you can plunder this booty any time you want captain ;*
“i see i’ve been promoted. sorry to hear about katsu.”
(walk it off, walkitoff, shit. his face is burning and his shirt’s sticking to his skin. he regrets everything already.)
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you can plunder this booty any time you want captain ;*
“i see i’ve been promoted. sorry to hear about katsu.”
(walk it off, walkitoff, shit. his face is burning and his shirt’s sticking to his skin. he regrets everything already.)
cont. from here: x
“i’m not sure.”
( a bad beginning, but a truthful one. for all his ability to COMPREHEND and dissect a situation, hiro leaps into passion blind and drowns; this is a way to the SURFACE. theoretically, he knows what to do. he needs to explain why it is so important, but sometimes he wonders. where ambition ends and SELFISHNESS begins is a tetchy sort of shadow. he feels it twisting in him now, halfway between one thing and the other.
perhaps a month ago, he would’ve known what to say. ko laughs freely and that’s something FOREIGN but right. but isn’t that why? they keep this a secret from everyone -- well, not anymore -- but all secrets and the worlds they create will one day fall apart. if it had been the other way around, ko would’ve told him. surely ko is INCAPABLE of keeping something of this extent to himself. they would’ve had months, maybe, to plan. now they have weeks and it’s not enough. and if he wants to be honest, it’s never been. he can’t pin it on SELF-DEPRECATION anymore now that he knows he can afford to go abroad, and he’s had a year, really, to speak about even the possibility of going to america.
ko has the angle to his head that means this is is nigh on unforgivable and it’s all so -- stupid. from not wanting to jinx his chances, to wanting so much to be able to go to university and to be sure for once that he deserves his opportunities, to not have to rely on his parents -- to get away from this SILLY ISLAND and his RESPONSIBILITIES and -- clamming up because he’d thought it was better to leave it until the last moment, so he wouldn’t risk changing his mind. who did he think he is, anyway?
what was he ever RUNNING from? )
“i think i wanted it all, but i fucked up on the way. i thought i could make no fuss and it would all die down, but --“
( his breath hitches. hiro remembers 8 stitches stretching across his arms from the time he fell from the roof, reaching for the next handhold and this is a similar thing. he’s somewhere he SHOULDN’T be again, and he must keep his breathing even so his parents (ko) won’t know. but it’s so incredibly hard. he exhales, slow and noiseless, and smiles, because if anything, hiro is familiar with THE PLACEBO EFFECT and -- )
“-- i’m scared.”
“whose blood is that?”
hurt meme.
“ blood - ? oh, you mean this. “
she tugs at her shirt, which is stained red and sticky, and her face tightens a little. blood is hard to get out of clothes - she knows this very well, even if she’s never had to clean her clothes in her life. but she’s always felt bad - blood is hard, but ink is absolutely impossible, and the maids don’t deserve that.
“ it’s not mine, that’s for sure. “
is it? she’ll admit she’s feeling a bit numb, but she figured that’s because of the circumstance.
dirty text;; I almost forgot to put on deodorant after practice yesterday!
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[txt]: oh no, what a travesty[txt]: im glad you remembered
dirty text;; father cut my allowance to biweekly :(
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[txt]: boohoo[txt]: also, who gave you this phone number