❝ mothra vs godzilla ❞ byunghun & dara
(. txt ) ha-ha-ha
(. txt ) if you are making an attempt at stabbing my pride then you've come poorly equipped
(. txt ) maybe i should just show you why calculus is so fascinating instead.
( / the digitized messages are sent, rerouted through control channels and inevitably into the hands of the girl with wolves underneath her skin and a heart painted with gold. there’s no force applied now, though nerves still create knots in his wrists, arms, jaw, but he doesn’t need to conquer any self-doubt to talk to her, doesn’t think about blood on his hands. he walks through the corridors without slowing his pace and images of godzilla have invaded his mind, classic tales alluding to nuclear attacks poking at his brain and memories of staying up into mid-morning to finish several movies in the legendary collection keep his attention sharp, and he’s ready, so ready for this marathon that his soul might jump from his body and tapdance the rest of the way to dara’s dorm. instead of that, he just knocks on the dormitory’s door twice before entering anyways, door clicking behind him and backpack heavy upon his shoulders ) dara you better have that war paint on, i won’t forgive you if you’re not prepared to handle the daikaiju menace. ( / he tugs at the sleeves of his hoodie, pulling the material up to his elbows because he means business - ignoring how his trusty pajama pants are patterned with spaced-out cat heads. the tip of his shoe meets the door to her room, colliding with it a few times in moderate consideration to not actually damage the wood ) i won’t tolerate weakness. are you ready? ( / killing time - okay, maybe he is a bit on the edge. the girl still somewhat unfamiliar and the circumstances in which they met still occasionally brings nightmares to his sleep. but whatever, he removes his shoes and enters without any further warning, peeking his head in, pushing brown fringe out of his face ) i brought my laptop, which is what i have the movies saved onto. i’m taking this seriously, as you can see, we’re not wasting any time. ( / and there’s no real need to strain her, though time has past and the infirmary had discharged her, and grinning he ventures into dara territory, slinging the bag off a shoulder and dissecting it promptly because it’s time to fucking party )