𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗔 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗 𝗢' 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗚𝗨𝗬-- the kindest of sentiments flying out in the most irritating of ways. if momo could see past her ego, peel away a couple of layers of stubborn pride, she might have been able to appreciate the concern hiding between each word, the silent pleading in those normally silly eyes-- 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘧𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴. it'd be sweet if she weren't so damn exhausted with nothing but a deep set scowl to offer.
instead, all knives are pointed at him, as if he's the root of her stress, of the stupid curse she'd managed to get placed on herself, as if he's the reason why okarun won't wake up yet or why he even got so hurt in the first place. it's on her, really, and it's on all those fucks who think playing invasion's the way to go. but a girl can only beat herself up so much for so long, and those pricks are still days away, so it's not like she can do anything about 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 either...
all her bitter is begging to be let out, to latch its claws onto whoever else it can and drag down and down along with her, misery loves company after all. so maybe she lets herself get caught in his attack. guilt's easy to steer clear if she has a reason to let ire escape, ❝ get yer damn hands off me, shitbrain!!!! whaddya think yer doin'?!! ❞ her fire rages on, fueled by just how impossible it is to worm out of his grip, burning away until she's 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴, ❝ are ya that fuckin' stupid or somethin'? or maybe you just don't give a shit about any of this. whatever it is, y'need to get a fuckin' grip dude, i'm so sick of you always treatin' things like a goddamn game. ❞
ft. jin 'jiji' enjoji, @hawxve | continued from x.
