[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]
[he shifts his weight, looking away. his walls crack at mineo's emotion; it's hard to hide how touched he is, every time he's reminded that mineo cares.]
... I told you, it's nothing. Just—doing some reflection or whatever.
[ . . . . he just continues to chop the ingredients then but - there's a sense that most of his attention is still on white. he glances up on occasion, listens to him.]
[there's just a little bit of a laugh at that - he doesn't seem to mind. if anything, he's just amused and glad that they have each other. an appreciation for their friendship.]
[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.
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—]
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.]
[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]
really struggling to meet mineo's gaze, given how embarrassed he is, and mineo might get the sense that white is sorely tempted to hit him right now... but eventually, he manages.
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.
[as mineo wipes away at his tears, white's face heats up just a bit, given that this gesture doesn't quite feel strictly platonic—even if he's pretty sure it is just that, coming from mineo.]
... Shut up. Why are you so embarrassing all the time?
[i wish that thinking someone was straight was an emotion so mineo could debunk it
but regardless he's content to do this, a sort of soft warmth radiating from him]
I think you're even more easily embarrassed than I am... This is just what I wanna do, you know? I can't say that I want to treat you right and then fail at it worse than I already am.
Which - ah, by the way, Satoru's item could dispel a curse. He duplicated it at slightly lesser power. He talked to me about it so casually that I'm pretty sure he won't mind if I told you, so I wanted to make good on that too.
anyway mineo can feel some of that embarrassment and - it's returned with some of his own? the flustered feelings. he's known about white's but it feels like in moments like this it's less something he can find cute and more that something that's hard not to take seriously]
... I am.
[and there's just the general ache - the feeling of wanting to give more - that he can't quite cut off.]
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.... did you tell her....?
Are you okay?
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[keeping his feelings carefully neutral]
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[he's literally just in the middle of cutting some ingredients for curry but he'll pout aggressively at white]
If you're lonely, that's my business. And - the other feeling too. [the longing] If you wanna talk about it.
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[he stands there awkwardly as someone who's still not accustomed to talking about feelings that aren't just anger and bitterness?]
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[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?
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... I told you, it's nothing. Just—doing some reflection or whatever.
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... I have been too.
Would it be easier if we both shared?
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... Sure.
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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.
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.... heh. I just think I'll miss you both.
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he doesn't know what to say to that, his emotions somewhere between surprised, touched, worried, and sad.]
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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.
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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.]
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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]
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... 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.]
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Whiiiiite.
Come on, look at me.
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really struggling to meet mineo's gaze, given how embarrassed he is, and mineo might get the sense that white is sorely tempted to hit him right now... but eventually, he manages.
...]
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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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... Shut up. Why are you so embarrassing all the time?
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but regardless he's content to do this, a sort of soft warmth radiating from him]
I think you're even more easily embarrassed than I am... This is just what I wanna do, you know? I can't say that I want to treat you right and then fail at it worse than I already am.
Which - ah, by the way, Satoru's item could dispel a curse. He duplicated it at slightly lesser power. He talked to me about it so casually that I'm pretty sure he won't mind if I told you, so I wanted to make good on that too.
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white maybe doesn't think mineo is 100% straight anymore, at least, if he and takeru possibly fucked but anyway]
... You're not failing. Stupid.
[his heart is beating faster in his chest than he'd like, but he still can't help but return the warmth, even if something aches underneath.]
Sounds useful. [...] Thanks.
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anyway mineo can feel some of that embarrassment and - it's returned with some of his own? the flustered feelings. he's known about white's but it feels like in moments like this it's less something he can find cute and more that something that's hard not to take seriously]
... I am.
[and there's just the general ache - the feeling of wanting to give more - that he can't quite cut off.]
Mm. You're welcome.
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