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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-04-24 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ When she moves off him he draws his knees up to hopefully hide the problem that's making this x100 times more awkward than it needs to be. His voice goes quiet, and he looks ahead, out of the rooftop towards the rest of the colony. ]

It's not that simple.
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-04-24 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ She is clueless. Thankfully this isn't the first time it's happened because alas... being a teenager is the same whatever era you're in but... ]

It isn't that I want you to, you know. It's just... going to end up uncomfortable if...

[ He trails off to lift his hands to his face, dragging them down. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-04-24 10:18 am (UTC)(link)
Bye. [ He can't bring himself to say anything else, and instead just lets himself die inside. He probably could have done with the hat to hide his shame, thanks Athena. Instead he has to use his jacket!!! ]





[ jerks off on the roof i guess ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ He aches everywhere, which probably makes a lot of sense given where he's been. His face, at least, has mostly healed at this point and he's taken the time to shower and eat before he picks up his CereVice and checks it for the first time in days.

He's still nervous, still a little scared when he opens up the messaging service, but whatever Athena tells him, he'll believe. Whether it's she didn't realise the weight of what he was hiding, or whether it's that he was an idiot for doubting her (he knows now that he probably is, but it doesn't help the doubt). He just needs to hear it from her now.

When he texts her, it's merely to put the ball in her court, to let her take the steps she wants. ]


I'm back safe.

[ With that done, all that's left is to wait. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There isn't much of a warning, merely ten minutes. He wasn't sure if she would have been working, but at least everything else was sorted. He'd just been staring at his CereVice, dressed in just a t-shirt hoodie with the hood up and black jeans. When he presses the button to open the door she'll note that the moon earring on the ribbon is actually on show, hanging over the top of the shirt.

If she's listening, she'll hear that his heart is a lot clearer now, and it's as it should have been days ago when she was back safe. Joy. Clarity. He's talked to Shigeru a lot the past few days, actually opened up and allowed himself to realise that he isn't alone here.

He's still nervous, but the fact that she came so quickly... it gives him hope. ]


...Hi. [ It's only one word, but it's said so softly, as if he's just seeing her for the first time all over again as someone he loves. ] Come in?
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does stop when she asks though, taking that time to check her appearance. She does look like a mess, but he can't blame her for that. He doesn't know everything that's happened. Anything could have. It could simply be because of the letter. It could be anything else. He doesn't want to be selfish enough to presume it's all about him anymore. ]

Thanks. [ His stomach flutters a bit when she finally smiles though, hand reaching back to close the door and follow her into the room. ]

Do you want anything to drink? We probably have soda or water, but nothing perishable. I... haven't had the chance to go shopping yet.
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 01:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Water it is. [ He definitely sounds a lot more relieved that she came in person. She came here so quickly so they both don't have to stew over this. He pours out too glasses of water with a new bottle that was in the fridge, shoving that bit then taking the two glasses over to place them on the coffee table.

Finally, he takes a seat next to her, finding himself not actually that bothered that he can feel her gaze on him. He takes a few sips of his own water, and while he hasn't exactly not had it in days, he's had less than usual. ]


...So. [ He finally offers, placing the glass down as he looks at her. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, his reflexes are not great considering he's covered in enough cuts and bruises as it is so he doesn't even have a chance to move out of the way when her fist comes flying and smacks him straight in the nose. There's a definite yelp as his hand flies up, delayed, to cover it. There isn't even a full second before blood drips down into his palm.

But she isn't wrong, which is why he doesn't protest either. ]

I know.

[ His hand is shaking a bit, but he doesn't move away. Ready to take anything else she throws at him. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Great for her, maybe. His hand pulls away, but it's only because there's a puddle of blood there. His other hand reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose, trying to get the flow to stop...




but it stings like a bitch. ]

I'm so glad. [ Sarcasm might be misplaced here but jesus fucking christ can she hit hard. ] One sec-- [ And whether she didn't want him to disappear before, he doesn't have much of a choice but to try and make his way to his bathroom now, shuffling around in there as he tries to clean his hand while tipping his head back. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It takes more or less five minutes to stop it though. There's a drop or two that gets onto his shirt that he'll have to remove with magic later, he's too tired for it now, but for the most part it's just red and slightly bruised now.

But he doesn't mention it when he sits back down. ]


Alright. [ He twitches like he's ready to jump a mile if she goes to do that again, but he doesn't say anything else. Clearly, he's giving her the space to say her piece. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 02:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His eyes dip to watch her fingers quietly, before he looks back up at her face. Really he's a bit ashamed of how he really didn't trust her to just take what was on those papers and still... feel the same. Does she? She said it's a make up present so--

Still, now he just wants to add something first, though he does curl his hand around the bag. ]


I was--still am not sure about how I feel about some of the things that happened. I just. Didn't want you to believe in something that I wasn't saying. I don't want to hide anything from you.

I think it took a lot more from me to admit a lot of that, a lot of this, honestly. I'm sorry for putting you through this, you know? Like I said before I left for... [ A shrug. ] I know it's my fault.



...So what is this? [ He holds up the bag slightly, but he's smiling fondly at her, like he's blessed because she's still here after all this -- even if she punched him in the face a few minutes ago. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With how things have gone? Not at all. His head even dips a little, forehead pressing against hers. Craving the contact, really. They might have ... had some contact before he left, but that was pretty much him fearing he'd never be able to touch, to hold or kiss her again.

He knows better now, thankfully. ]


I'll try not to. [ Though it's more that he knows he has to go back to that life as well, and the tear it brought on himself between duty and just saying fuck it. To live for his time here and nothing else.

Guess which one he picked? ]


I'm opening it... [ His heart does this little flutter though, hearing the excitement in her voice again instead of the sadness that had taken over. This... was so much better. He pulls on the bag gently, opening it while pulling back a little now so he can see properly. ]
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[personal profile] sortileges 2016-05-08 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His heart thuds before he can say anything though, and he can't stop the grin spreading on his face. It's short lived as he has to press his fingers against his nose, but the joy is there for sure. He's happy. He feels lighter. He swallows, tries to stop his stomach from flip flopping as he takes in the photo. To be honest, it had been his background picture for a while until they took another and that replaced it but-- ]

Glitter works, I think. [ It isn't too loud, and his voice cracks as he looks up at her now. ] I don't have anything I need to forgive you for. You haven't done anything wrong.

Though I have one more thing to admit. [ His thumb gently slides over the picture, palms a little clammy. ] It ... [ He laughs faintly, ears and cheeks flushing a little as his head gently moves to rest against her shoulder. ] That day, when you wore that dress. I-- [ Embarrassing. ] I really liked that. So thank you.