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a creature who's wrongly worshipped and feared as a god of famine & death. it doesn't seem to connect with others very well.
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fc: atsushi sakurai
parody acc / rp acc
minors & taboo dni
❝Is this what's left of me? Debilitated life— look back and see nothing but my self wasted.
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Is this what's left of me? What’s left will be destroyed. Is it ever ending, my self-hatred?❞
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“I understand. You do what makes you feel comfortable.”
It was a little cute how Rose seemed excited to watch the musical.
…
That’s a completely normal thought to have, Tomio reasons. Absolutely normal and not a weird thought to have +
He pauses to make sure his math is right. Yep! Seven! He left Londonderry right after his last show.
❝ Anyway! Guys and Dolls! ❞
“I understand. You do what makes you feel comfortable.”
It was a little cute how Rose seemed excited to watch the musical.
…
That’s a completely normal thought to have, Tomio reasons. Absolutely normal and not a weird thought to have +
Rose turns his Ted to Tomio, clearly excited to hear about this.
❝ I don't know if it's a musical, but I'm very interested! ❞
Rose likes anything with music... call him predictable.
“I haven’t seen a musical in ages.”
He hummed softly as he thought.
“I wonder if nihon buyo can count as a musical of sorts? It’s a type of traditional dance where the dance tells a story along with the music… It’s one of my hobbies.”
Oh well! Better than nothing.
Oh well! Better than nothing.
“I haven’t seen a musical in ages.”
He hummed softly as he thought.
“I wonder if nihon buyo can count as a musical of sorts? It’s a type of traditional dance where the dance tells a story along with the music… It’s one of my hobbies.”
Things are awkward. He's ruined it! He quickly flips through.
❝ Uhh... how about Guys and Dolls? It's my favorite musical. The stage play, not the movie. The movie makes some weird choices- but Frank Sinatra is in it! ❞
“… Then, we’ll watch another. You choose this time, though. I don’t know what else to do to pass the time…”
“I haven’t seen a musical in ages.”
He hummed softly as he thought.
“I wonder if nihon buyo can count as a musical of sorts? It’s a type of traditional dance where the dance tells a story along with the music… It’s one of my hobbies.”
“… Then, we’ll watch another. You choose this time, though. I don’t know what else to do to pass the time…”
He tilts his head slightly, staring at Tomio.
❝ I chose to watch the movie, so... I'll let you choose! ❞
“Um— should we watch another? Or, um, find something else to do?”
“… Then, we’ll watch another. You choose this time, though. I don’t know what else to do to pass the time…”
“Um— should we watch another? Or, um, find something else to do?”
The movie eventually ends. Rose barely notices at first, a small 'hm?' leaving him before he snaps out of it.
❝ Oh! The movie is done... ❞
Tomio’s brushing off every single emotion he feels as just being lonely and unused to having someone who actually cares about him.
“Um— should we watch another? Or, um, find something else to do?”
Tomio’s brushing off every single emotion he feels as just being lonely and unused to having someone who actually cares about him.
Rose thinks this isn't platonic. And that scares him.
All too often, he confuses these feelings for one another. It's made him lose many a friendship... but he won't let it ruin this one.
He'll swallow it down.
〖 ✎... 〗
He’s incredibly anxious, feeling guilty, and that stupid fucking unidentifiable emotion he has again. It’s starting to really bother him that he can’t place what it is… Or rather, bothers him that he won’t allow himself to actually 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 the emotion in general.
Tomio’s brushing off every single emotion he feels as just being lonely and unused to having someone who actually cares about him.
smothering his face with smooches.
His breathing almost immediately caught in his throat.
“… I’m sorry,” he forced out, “I’ll try to stop.”
Once his hand was let go, he went right back to clasping them rather tightly.
Yeah, he is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 gonna be able to focus on the movie anymore. His thoughts are rampant at this point.
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He gently brings Tomio's hand closer to his eyes.
❝ I don't want you to hurt yourself, though. I know how bad picking at that skin hurts. ❞
He then pulls his hands away, looking back to the television.
“It’s just a habit,” he says instead.
His breathing almost immediately caught in his throat.
“… I’m sorry,” he forced out, “I’ll try to stop.”
Once his hand was let go, he went right back to clasping them rather tightly.
Yeah, he is 𝙣𝙤𝙩 gonna be able to focus on the movie anymore. His thoughts are rampant at this point.
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Did his heart rate electorate from the surprise, the anxiety, or just the touch itself? He can’t tell.
“Ah. Sorry.”
He stops the anxious habit, instead clasping his hands together tightly.
He isn’t going to make a joke about his+
❝ Hey. Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself. ❞
He smiles crookedly. Rose absolutely is NOT one to talk. His own fingers have small scabs from the same habit.
“…”
He can’t focus very well now, though.
Instead of twiddling with his thumbs like he was moments before, he’s picking at the skin around his fingers.
Did his heart rate electorate from the surprise, the anxiety, or just the touch itself? He can’t tell.
“Ah. Sorry.”
He stops the anxious habit, instead clasping his hands together tightly.
He isn’t going to make a joke about his+
“…”
He can’t focus very well now, though.
Instead of twiddling with his thumbs like he was moments before, he’s picking at the skin around his fingers.
He goes back into his thoughts, trying to sort through his feelings.
Anxiety is the only reason he has a smidge of doubt. He’s always afraid of potentially doing or saying something wrong.
“…”
He can’t focus very well now, though.
Instead of twiddling with his thumbs like he was moments before, he’s picking at the skin around his fingers.
Anxiety is the only reason he has a smidge of doubt. He’s always afraid of potentially doing or saying something wrong.
❝ I'm sure. I'd let you know if you did anything... but you haven't. ❞
He hummed softly, closing his eyes momentarily as he thought.
“Some days I get like that as well. Some are worse than others. Though— you keep looking at me. Are you sure it’s nothing I’ve done?”
He seems concerned about it.
Anxiety is the only reason he has a smidge of doubt. He’s always afraid of potentially doing or saying something wrong.
He hummed softly, closing his eyes momentarily as he thought.
“Some days I get like that as well. Some are worse than others. Though— you keep looking at me. Are you sure it’s nothing I’ve done?”
He seems concerned about it.
❝ No, no! Just... easily distracted, you know? My brain is everywhere. ❞
He makes a vague motion stuff his hand.
❝ It's not the movie, and it's nothing you've done. Promise. ❞
“… I keep feeling you looking at me.”
Anxiety 6th sense?
“Is everything okay? Ah— are you bored of the movie…?”
He hummed softly, closing his eyes momentarily as he thought.
“Some days I get like that as well. Some are worse than others. Though— you keep looking at me. Are you sure it’s nothing I’ve done?”
He seems concerned about it.
Oh well! He was born to suffer anyways. Suffer he shall.
At least he didn't go HULK SMASH PUNY GOD on the floor... well... he didn't go like that for now~
Oh well! He was born to suffer anyways. Suffer he shall.
“… I keep feeling you looking at me.”
Anxiety 6th sense?
“Is everything okay? Ah— are you bored of the movie…?”
HE'S distracting.
He tries to focus on the movie, stewing in his own thoughts...
Though, there’s an idle habit he has of fiddling with his thumbs… He can’t sit still properly.
“… I keep feeling you looking at me.”
Anxiety 6th sense?
“Is everything okay? Ah— are you bored of the movie…?”
It's the machine that which allows him to manhandle, overpower and bully Tomio like this.
“Hhhgg…!!”
Whine, whine, whine.
“Hhhgg…!!”
Whine, whine, whine.
...Blue you're not helping you sadistic fucking maniac.
“Hhhgg…!!”
Whine, whine, whine.
The insect knows them, knows their secrets... and the horrors they are, beautiful outside of water, charcoal black skeletons under water eager to drown and kill young men.
And Blue just... ALLEY OOP...
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It’s whining like a dog…
Though, there’s an idle habit he has of fiddling with his thumbs… He can’t sit still properly.
... he can't explain it. He gets really happy seeing Tomio... enjoy things. Is this romance? Is it just platonic? God, he can't even tell.
He bites his tongue, looking back at the TV with an almost inaudible huff.
Though, there’s an idle habit he has of fiddling with his thumbs… He can’t sit still properly.
It’s whining like a dog…
...OH NO... HE'S A NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEERD.
It’s whining like a dog…