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[trepidatixn]

continued from x -- @guccichi

Slowly, Shimura shifted so that he was facing Higuchi and crossed his legs, his back slumping forward out of habit. “If an eternity is how long we’ll be here, I don’t want to spend it stuck with everyone hating each other. Not that I think things will ever be pleasant, but they’ll at least be more tolerable if we’re not constantly at each other’s throats ... literally.”

He rested his cheek in his hand, his gaze going unfocused before slipping back to Higuchi. “And, you know ... I wouldn’t say he got off easy. You didn’t see what his condition was like, on the ship after ... after Ooi and the crew decided it was time to get rid of him.” There's the slightest hint of guilt in his voice for allowing the mutiny to take place at all, but not much; things were better this way than how they would have been if Shimura had done what he’d been planning to, if you asked him, and better than they would have been if Namikawa had remained in charge.

[miss-to-oh]

“You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” // this seemed intriguing !

“What I think is that I’m trying to do my job . . .” Who was this guy again? She only saw him during work once.

[trepidatixn]

Youth (if you want to!)

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The sky was already lighting from blue to scarlet by the time Suguru emerged from the locker rooms, hair still damp from the showers and the cheap bag that contained his sweaty rugby uniform gripped tightly in one hand, the rope folded up against his palm. He had rushed in and out of the stalls as quickly as possible for his classmate’s sake (amongst other reasons), but still found himself arriving later than he had intended to.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” the boy mumbled, just barely forcing himself to keep eye contact. “I … Thanks for coming. It means a lot.”