The wide, unblinking eye flares with grave intent, fixing itself like a vise upon the black-haired boy standing below. Bending itself down at a spine-shattering angle, the massive Shadow surveys Ryoji for naught but a few moments- but the gleam of terrible, shackling knowledge present within the eerie yellow orb renders those few seconds a veritable eternity.
“You...are the...herald...”
Not a query- rather, an ironclad statement, establishing what both of them know to be the truth.
repulsive ― hideous ― ugly ― not attractive ― unappealing ― not unattractive ― meh ― no preference ― ok ― mildly attractive ― nice looking ― cute ― adorable ― attractive ― pleasant on the eyes ― good looking ― hot ― sexy ― beautiful ― gorgeous ― hot damn ― would tap that ― perfect ― godlike ― holy fuck there are no words
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending ― fuck no! ― never ― no way ― not likely ― not sure ― indifferent ― i’m asexual ― maybe ― probably ― it depends ― fairly likely ― likely ― yeah sure ― yes ― would tap that ― hell yes ― fuck yes! ― wishing that could happen right now ― as many times as possible ― we are already having sex
LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP:
never in a million years ― worst of enemies ― enemies ― rivals ― indifferent ― neutral ― acquaintance ― friendly toward each other ― casual friends ― friends ― good friends ― best friends ― fuck buddies ― bosom buddies ― practically the same person ― would die for them ― true friends ― my only friend
FIRST IMPRESSION OF THEM:
i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ― they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them
CURRENT IMPRESSION OF THEM:
i hate them so much ― i don’t like them ― i don’t trust them ― they annoy me ― they’re weird ― i’m indifferent ― meh ― they seem alright ―they’re growing on me ― truce ― i think i like them ― i like them ― i’m not sure if i trust them ― i trust them ― they’re cool ― they’re genuine ― i think we’re going to get along ― i really like them ― i think i’m in love ― oh fuck they’re hot ― i love them
HOW GOOD OF A KISSER:
worst kisser ever ― terrible ― bad ― awkward ― just okay ― alright ― pretty good ― good ― makes me moan ― excellent ― exciting ― oh god they’re good ― i dream about it ― fucking amazing ― absolute perfection ― we haven’t kissed
Whatever happens - we cannot let him find about this. He’ll fucking kill us.
[ Text ➭ Joker 🃏 ]
Sometimes I really hate having to live this whole ‘double life’. Would be so much easier if we could just come clean, yeah? Even so, I’m glad to have someone who understands and maybe someday, we can actually reveal the truth when we’re ready - or maybe that’s just a dumbass pipe dream on my part. Either way, I’m glad I at least have you. Talking to you is what keeps me sane even through all this bullshit.
You know that pale guy I’m always with? The one you keep asking me about? Well - I kind of lied when I said he was my friend. To be honest, we’ve been sort of…seeing each other and before you say anything about me actually managing to get someone to date me, hear me out. The guy’s a little weird but in an endearing way - he’s pretty harmless. He’s also got this…way of looking at things. I don’t really know how the hell to explain it, myself, but talking to him makes me feel relaxed, tranquil. I want you to meet him, sometime. You’re my best friend, after all.
Perchè? Perchè loro possono crollare e io devo essere quella che le consola? Loro possono piangere e io? Io proprio non ci riesco, devo aiutarle per forza, perché non riesco a sfogarmi mai? Siamo nella medesima situazione di merda, loro si arrendono e io rimango sempre sola, un passo avanti, ma sola, oppure mi fermo cono loro per non farle stare male e in un modo o nell'altro mi ritrovo sola comunque. Non è stupido? Poi quando c'è una competizione io m'impegno, cerco di divertirmi comunque, sono sicura di me, loro cazzeggiano, sclerano e poi vincono, e io arrivo quel filo dietro, ci sto male eppure gioioso per loro. Nessuno se ne accorge che rido con gli occhi lucidi? Nessuno si preoccupa per me? Perché io do tutta me stessa per loro e nessuno ricambia?