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explicit (though I might want to those kinds of things to my community for that ohoho)
/ other /whatever tickles your fancy!
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♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

 

 

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[kaihentai]

Somethin's been eatin at'cha.

[They're sitting in Oska somewhere, by the lake perhaps.

It's late, and his blue eyes flit from the sky to the its reflection in the water before he stares straight ahead. He pulls knees to his chest, sighing deeply, as if the world inside of him just shook.

He seems tired.]

I can tell. Don't think I haven't noticed.

How are ya?

[headlining]

Who, me?

[He laughs and shakes his head, as if he's thinking Sakamoto must be referring to someone else. He won't admit a thing like that so readily, even though he's been getting to know the man more.]

Why, what gave you that impression? [He pushes up his glasses with a finger.] It's not like I'm moping, am I?

[kaihentai]

Yeah.

[A laugh, hollow. The bottle in his hand clinks as he moves it.]

Yeah! You've really been mopin' around as of late.

What's that all about? I think I like ya better when yer angry.

[More than he likes you sad, Keats.]

[headlining]

You like me better when I'm angry? What, like when I'm in a scuffle? I'm not usually an angry person, you know. Cynical, yes, but not angry.

[But the question makes him taken on a more somber expression, and he finally relents, letting out a short sigh.]

It's nothing. Just me making the wrong decision when it comes to my own damn emotions, really.

[kaihentai]

Yeah! When you're bitchin' at me, I guess.

[Quietly, as though he shouldn't be saying it out loud-]

I like that.

[Sakamoto's brows furrow, expression softening to an even greater degree. Everything about the man is soft when he's at ease like this, from his hair to his lashes, and even the curve of his smile.]

Emotions'll really get the best of ya, sometimes. Wanna talk about it? C'mooon.

[The merchant gently punches the other's shoulder.]

Let it out!

[headlining]

Don't tell me you're some kind of masochist.

[He says, with a quirk of his smile at that murmured phrase, though he doesn't know why the man says it in a way like he means for it to be a secret. How odd.]

Alright, alright! No need to punch it out of me. [He says, with a grin, though when he recalls what he has to say....ugh. It still isn't nice to remember. He lets out a sigh.]

I confessed to Olivia. That I...well, liked her.

[A long pause. He lets his head droop, his gaze fixing on some blade of grass in the ground.]

It didn't go very well.

[kaihentai]

[The corners of Sakamoto's mouth turn up when Keats mentions that word. Indeed, that's certainly the kind of person he is. What other sort of man would spend his whole life chasing after something so impossible?

Masochist, indeed.]

Oh?

Did she get mad, or somethin' like that?

[Honestly, from what Sakamoto knows about the girl, that doesn't sound like her at all. If Olivia took the time to let Keats down, it had to have been gently, although sometimes that feels a lot worse.]

[headlining]

Olivia? Getting mad? Oh, no, she never would, she was just...how to say this. [He reaches a hand behind his head, rubbing his neck in a sort of bashful gesture. He's not exactly meeting Sakamoto's eyes.]

She doesn't feel the same way about me.

[kaihentai]

[Ah. There's a soft twitch of something on Sakamoto's face, a wrinkling of the nose, lines around the eyes suddenly a lot more visible. Sympathy is easy for a man so gentle to feel, and he tilts his head to the side as he offers the other the comfort of silence.

Keats isn't the kind of man who puts his heart out there, so of course, he's been hurt by rejection.]

How long?

[Almost a whisper, at least, in comparison to his typical volume.]

How long has it been? Since you talked to her.

[headlining]

How long?

[He lets his hand drift back to his lap, silently looking down as his fingers slowly intertwine with each other. Honestly, he hasn't really kept track.]

...Maybe a couple of weeks or so. Not especially that recent, but still, I can't stop thinking about it.

[kaihentai]

[Sakamoto smiles, not to chide, but to reassure. There's something deeper within those eyes of his, a quiet understanding. He knows what it feels like to love someone and not feel the same fiery affection in return, but is not quite so brave.

He will never say a word about the way she makes him feel, because it is for the best if he just pretends that there is nothing there, nothing of that sort.]

It'll hurt ya, right about now.

[It might hurt forever.]

But it'll be over someday, mark my words.

[Or get used to it.]

Ahhhhh, who knows? Maybe there's someone else, just around the corner! Somebody who's got a mighty big crush on ya. Ahaha~!

[A hiccup.]

Chin up, look up! The sky's above ya, and it's pretty. There's a helluva lot out there, y'know?

[headlining]

You really think so?

[He's never been in love before. He feels like a bird that's just hatched out of an egg, stumbling around on unsteady feet. None of his books back home could ever give him a clear answer on how to act in a situation like this.]

["Somebody around the corner"...? Well, wouldn't that be a thing? A very impossible thing. He hardly thinks anyone has a crush on him - he knows just how prickly he comes off to others.]

A crush? Don't make me laugh. [He says, leaning his chin on his hand.] But I guess you're right. There's no point in trying to relive the past. You just have to keep moving on.

[He looks over at Sakamoto.] Find somebody new.