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[white walks in from the direction of the sleep bay and, well, his presence is accompanied by his default emotions: that agitation and tiredness that's been lurking all week. what's new is the lingering loneliness and longing but anyway.
very unfortunate that seeing mineo automatically brightens his mood.]
Yo.
very unfortunate that seeing mineo automatically brightens his mood.]
Yo.
[mineo's honestly vibing. he's just chilling and he's probably humming stupidly as he makes the food but then his head jolts up as soon as he gets those feelings -
he's happy to see white, of course he is, there's instant fondness and happiness but also. so concerned]
Why are you lonely?! What's going on?! What happened....?!
he's happy to see white, of course he is, there's instant fondness and happiness but also. so concerned]
Why are you lonely?! What's going on?! What happened....?!
It's a butter knife.
[he cuts everything through pure determination to be honest but now he's just. huffing more unhappily. he wears his heart in his sleeve - his emotions share the same slightly frustrated feeling that's ultimately wrapped in care and concern for white]
... come on. What's going on?
[he cuts everything through pure determination to be honest but now he's just. huffing more unhappily. he wears his heart in his sleeve - his emotions share the same slightly frustrated feeling that's ultimately wrapped in care and concern for white]
... come on. What's going on?
[ah - the concern manages to get mineo's own emotions to warm a little bit, gently amused before he gives white a smile]
I'm okay.
[ . . . . and he is - but there is a creeping sense of both homesickness, of bittersweet feelings.]
... I was just thinking while I was talking to Endorsi last night too. About how we're kinda running out of time here.
I'm okay.
[ . . . . and he is - but there is a creeping sense of both homesickness, of bittersweet feelings.]
... I was just thinking while I was talking to Endorsi last night too. About how we're kinda running out of time here.
[ . . . he huffs a little bit at that.]
That still surprises you, huh....
[a little bit of amusement from mineo - but mostly guilt.]
... I should've made it clearer sooner. Sorry. You're important to me. [and he gives a smile, easy and honest] You really are one of the best friends I've ever had, White.
I don't like thinking about saying goodbye to you at all.
That still surprises you, huh....
[a little bit of amusement from mineo - but mostly guilt.]
... I should've made it clearer sooner. Sorry. You're important to me. [and he gives a smile, easy and honest] You really are one of the best friends I've ever had, White.
I don't like thinking about saying goodbye to you at all.
[... ah.
white's known, of course. mineo gives out declarations and gestures of affection like they're the air he breathes. but whether white wants it or not, there are lessons that have been beaten and broken into his skin and bones. to not expect that anyone could care about him when he has nothing to offer; to strive to be a pawn not yet worthless enough to throw away, because that'd be the best he could ever do.
he doesn't know if he'll ever really stop being surprised.
mineo's words earn a swell of emotion, warm and grieving all at once. honestly, it's overwhelming? all white can do to bear with the tide is press his hand against his face, and mutter—]
... Likewise.
[and while his expression is hidden
mineo might get the sense that he's crying.]
white's known, of course. mineo gives out declarations and gestures of affection like they're the air he breathes. but whether white wants it or not, there are lessons that have been beaten and broken into his skin and bones. to not expect that anyone could care about him when he has nothing to offer; to strive to be a pawn not yet worthless enough to throw away, because that'd be the best he could ever do.
he doesn't know if he'll ever really stop being surprised.
mineo's words earn a swell of emotion, warm and grieving all at once. honestly, it's overwhelming? all white can do to bear with the tide is press his hand against his face, and mutter—]
... Likewise.
[and while his expression is hidden
mineo might get the sense that he's crying.]
[ . . . . oh.
he's a little surprised - that comes through the connection - followed by a spark of worry.]
Did I - say something wrong? Hey, c'mere.
[but he puts away the knife for a second, forgets preparing ingredients, and instead just wanders over closer to white with a frown on his face, moving to immediately pull him into a hug. that's automatic, that comes without hesitation. he feels white's emotions and even then....
all mineo can offer is the steady thrum of concern and care, of wanting to make everything better if he could]
he's a little surprised - that comes through the connection - followed by a spark of worry.]
Did I - say something wrong? Hey, c'mere.
[but he puts away the knife for a second, forgets preparing ingredients, and instead just wanders over closer to white with a frown on his face, moving to immediately pull him into a hug. that's automatic, that comes without hesitation. he feels white's emotions and even then....
all mineo can offer is the steady thrum of concern and care, of wanting to make everything better if he could]
[there's a pang of guilt, because mineo hasn't done anything wrong and already white is making him feel like he did. even so—it's warm. the hug, and white's response to it.]
... Idiot.
[but he can't hide the affection that bursts forth. really, white feels like the idiot here.
still, he doesn't let himself relax into the hug. after a few moments, he lightly pushes mineo away and makes an attempt to wipe away his tears.]
... Idiot.
[but he can't hide the affection that bursts forth. really, white feels like the idiot here.
still, he doesn't let himself relax into the hug. after a few moments, he lightly pushes mineo away and makes an attempt to wipe away his tears.]
[ah tsunderes.... mineo lets himself be pushed away - but only for a second. he'll catch white's wrists next if he can, trying to pull them gently away from his face so he can look at him eye to eye, emotions turning only fond and amused]
Whiiiiite.
Come on, look at me.
Whiiiiite.
Come on, look at me.
[nice.
mineo will let go of one of white's wrists just so he can wipe away at any remaining tear tracks with his own thumb. there's just a sense of distant amusement, coupled with a sort of ache and care]
... really should've said it earlier, huh.
You really do mean a lot to me. Sorry that I made you cry about it. But I'm not gonna take any of it back either.
mineo will let go of one of white's wrists just so he can wipe away at any remaining tear tracks with his own thumb. there's just a sense of distant amusement, coupled with a sort of ache and care]
... really should've said it earlier, huh.
You really do mean a lot to me. Sorry that I made you cry about it. But I'm not gonna take any of it back either.
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