c l a r i t y.

      ` e-eh?! sonic the hedgehog..? – ah! noiz-san, you can fix it, right? you can get rid of him, right? ’     you’re about damn near gonna make him cry, you scoundrel.

     glee pepped his tone, dancing amongst the syllables in a beat unparalleled in enthusiasm. residue from previous wishes and gifts lingered with mirth.   ` this is my first celebration! i’m very happy! thank you! are all birthdays like this? if so, i’m very glad to have one! ’

      the undergoes of this thought process were rather unique to clear -- linking together odd things with utmost certainty.  ` how about i hug you 20 times instead? yay! here comes number one -- ’

  he’ll leave competing in yuuri’s hands.   ` yes. ’  his body turns towards the direction in which the exit was.   ` i hope he’s not being too hard on you. ’  an expression softened under thought, blinking in reaffirmation as he sorted together what he had in mind.   ` ah! yuuri-san, we should invite him over for dinner sometime! ’  hands left the comfort in compacted warmth to clap together again.   ` i want to show my thanks by making him something delicious. after all, he has been such a great help! ’       a proper sit down and chat had lacked between the two, given that viktors been busy; reasonably so. clear stares intently, excitement underlying his tone.    ` what do you think? ’

   ` eeh . . but . . ’  a whine stretched his vowels.  ` ah -- i got it! you’re a king then, right? ’  elation at his cognizance quickly dwindled into dread.   ` wah! i’m sorry, king ehryn! i really thought you were a prince . . please forgive my mistake . . ’  genuine distress sunk his shoulders, words following that same self pitying path with an apologetic tone.

he broke into mizukis house and ate his peaches then promptly left after cleaning his house

   ` princess azura! ah -- are you taking me somewhere? ’

    ` yes! ’  hands stayed clasped together as if his applause was paused.   ` yuuri-san, you looked so . . so -- ’  his breath stopped in his chest, clear rummaging his head for the word.   ` cool! ’  a rather underwhelming exclamation.   ` uwaah. . i couldn’t take my eyes off of you! you were so amazing! ’ eyes glistened with his admiration; pink pools shimmering a myriad of stars.  ` viktor-san is a really good coach, huh? ’  enthusiasm’s bright flame was never doused.

   ` no, i can not. ’  he’ll spare the details of his purpose for a later date.  ` spider solitaire? ’  a genuine lack of knowledge was blatant in the curious pitch of his question. childish wonder did nothing but seep its presence upon each oblivious act he so often did. hands came together in a profound clasp.    ` ah! like the card game, right? am i right? -- but why is there spiders? ’  his head tilt returns.

                                                                                   -- i don’t see any.

  ` ah, congratulations, kageyama-san! ’   a body towered over the collapsed, significantly smaller young man.  ` you ran approximately 0.25 more kilometers than last time, kageyama-san! hooray! ’  celebration could afford the wait, but a finding as good as this could never dare be left unspoken! even if the other person has seemingly degraded into a puddle. their descent into the ruthless water cycle is nigh.