❝ Why do I desire the touch of something that no longer exists? ❞ no6 bemoaning the loss of the instructor... is it cuz he's horny? feelsy? both. as designated best buddie, no3 will just have to put up with it <3
/ no3.
this again. “how the hell would i know?!”3 only wanted to fish in peace. he did not ask no9 to tag along. he did not ask to dredge up the past. the mackerel on his hook wriggles away — there go his chances of trading it for cash and shiny things! damn it! — and no3 chucks his sword into the shallow water after it. he does not speak again until he’s knee-deep in the stream, having retrieved his blade and begun smacking idly at more fish. this time, he is uncharacteristically quiet, words an awkward tumble. “isn’t it… i dunno … normal to miss things we can’t have anymore?” isn’t that what grief is? no4 —- no, shit no, wasn’t supposed to think about him. it all gets confusing when he permits himself to dwell. sulking over old recordings of no4′s chiding will not recreate what existed between them. but… no4 is something he can no longer touch. does he, too, not feel that craving thrum through him, a little jolt to the system whenever he gets lost in forbidden old fantasies? well, fuck. empathising with no6 is a new low. 3 expels an irritated huff. “get it out of your system or suffer with it. your choice.”
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