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[elatxsarchived]

     Here he is, laying down in bed after a night of death, drinking and being punched in the face by some chick. His amica mea, who he wouldn’t allow to fret over his miniscule injuries, sits in bed next to him. A book lay open across his lap, as he reads silently from it. Hadyn just… stares at Tsukasa, ashened hues looking over his husband’s form.

   …Hadyn reaches an arm over, hugging his husband’s waist and burying his face into the albino’s side.

     “ …Babe…? I can… tell you anythin’, right…? ”

@wavemasterr

[huiusmodi]

      ...Why does he even bother going to the Community Center anymore? All it does is crush his mentality to the ground, like a squashed bug.

   He’s so tired... he’ll just walk home with his head down.