❛ don’t pretend you suddenly care about me. ❜ / rin to bachira!
"Pretend? Right. That's what you think." Bachira couldn't help but shrug his shoulders for a moment and let out a sigh. He really wishes Rin would just stop and think for a moment. Someone cared about him. Yet he did understand where Rin was coming from. Bachira wasn't always so dumb enough to fall for what he thought -- to push someone to talk to him.
To be fair, he wished he had someone like that for himself. Before all of this, he was alone. Always lost his own thoughts, his own training. Meeting like-minded people felt wonderful. Sure, there was no reason to be friends, but they spent a lot of time getting to know each other.
Even so, Rin should have known by now that Bachira wasn't pretending to care. He really meant it when he said he wanted to be there for him.
The male couldn't help but grow a little, a sigh that left his lips. If this were Isagi, he would go ahead and slap his head. But still, this was Rin; he'll break his damn hand if he touches.
Though maybe turning practice, he might slip and kick the ball at him.
Anyway, the smaller huff a little bit. " im getting sick of you thinking I don't care! You can go on with your whole emo-band impression, but the second someone shows you anything, you turn into some kind of glob of a mess! No one is here with us, Rin. You can talk to me! Hell, go for it -- hit me." his voice was sharp. Though he knew it wasn't going to work.
"You can't always keep us out, you know... We all mess up."
Bachira moved to ruffle his own hair for a moment, out of frustration. Why is it that whenever he talked to Rin when he was in one of his moods, it annoyed her more and more? It's not like the other was going to accept him; it wasn't like the other wanted him there, so why did he keep trying?