キノコの頭

You have left your house, you have left those people behind, but what are you going to do about the memories which have taken root in you? You can run but not without them. You want someone to sit with you on this cool marble floor while the sun burns everything.You want them to cut your rotten heart and theirs too. You want to sit with it in front of you, let them see you with all your flaws, which haven’t been your fault but you have been made to believe so, and you want them to love you anyways. Because you know you’d do that for them.

              perhaps the first thing that snaps to attention when she ( ever so ) noncommittally crashes onto the silk woven couch and turns on the television is the blaring groans the transmission brings forth. it draws his attention somewhat, and from his spot, he inconspicuously turns his gaze towards the screen. the imagery is raw, brutal almost. and that makes it somewhat enticing, so instead of leaving ebisu to her devices, he lingers. it is only when he belatedly takes notice of the exquisite apparels that he decides to stick around longer. he takes a seat in his armchair, thumb tapping at the underside of his chin. ‘ i don’t hear you introducing anyone. is this chidaruma’s show? ’

               ‘ i didn’t come here to bargain, ’ his palm is lifted to his temple, fingers rubbing there some, as if to diffuse the accumulated stress. he’s irritated, to say the least. perhaps he hasn’t been clear enough. ‘ i’m telling you to do this job for me. ’    /     @lizardbite​  

              ‘ alright. here’s the remote. don’t touch anything else. ’

              ---he’s... unsurprised. if anything, he’s more concerned about her incessant ingratitude when it comes to what she’s offered ( in this case, and many others, a mushroom ). a frown begins to take form, perhaps a sign of blooming irritation. he’s uncertain about how to proceed in order to terminate this recurrent happenstance. ‘ if you don’t like them -- ’ a pause ensues in which he moves a palm to his temples. ‘ forget that. here, ’ his free hand fishes in a pocket from which it withdraws a few coins. ‘ go eat something else. ’

               ‘ ... ’ the sideward cant of his head is followed by a glance askance. by the looks of it, he’s perhaps trying to consider her request. alas, he’s quick to abolish the thought. ‘ no. ’

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“ I’M HUNGRY ! ” “ Just don’t eat them. ”

               “ get off. you need a large amount of smoke to even get it started. ” he doesn’t hesitate to practically arrest the broom from her hands. with the least amount of aggression, of course. en takes a step back, his mouth agape. smoke rapidly evades his mouth, fueling the tool in question, overfilling it even, in a matter of seconds. “ see? here, try it now. ”

               he tries to sort his thoughts in order of pertinence before finally directing his gaze towards ebisu. of all things, she appeared necessitous. “ take a seat, don’t just stand there. ” before pointing at the stool in front of her, he makes sure to let out an audible huff. “ what is it? ” 

               “ as of today you’re no longer allowed to be in kikurage’s proximity. ” or fujita’s, for that matter.

          “ what do you think you’re doing? that’s not the proper way to hold a trowel. ”