Went too fast

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I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

"…It was very loud…uncomfortably loud. I woke up with a headache and I think I was shaking as well. I can’t really tell what it was about since I can rarely see anything in my dreams and if I do then everything is just colored in black and white. " She explained already noticing that she must have annoyed him. However, she didn’t really care about that right now.

"You don't remember anything else from it?" He rubbed his eyes with his free hand and shifted to a sitting position in his bed. As much as he wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't think just hanging up on her would be a good idea. 

"Seriously?" He sighed as well, a frown forming on his face, "This couldn't wait at all?" Damn, that was rude. "How bad was it?" Better. 

It took a few times until he was exhausted, at which point he exited the rink and heaved a sigh as he sat down in one of the little booths to the side of the rink. After he’d stopped panting, he got up again, fully intending on going and getting a drink. “Do you need anything, Oowada-kun?”

Oh right. He’d forgotten the reason he’d gotten off the rink was for a drink. The biker nodded, holding up a finger, “Water’s good , i guess,” besides he needed something to do with his hands anyway. He still wasn’t over all those falls he’d taken.

Chihiro goes up to the concessions stand and gets them both a bottle, skating back over and sitting down once more. He hands Mondo his bottle and offers him a smile, still flushed from all his motion. “Wow, it’s been a while! I used to be able to skate a lot longer than that.”

"When’s the last time ya went skating, anyway?" He asked, absentmindedly passing the bottle between his hands.

"When I was little," he replied, cracking the bottle open to take a deep swig—jeez, that was so much better than having a dry throat, wow. "I must’ve been—eight? Nine? It was a friend’s birthday party, actually."

Letting a low whistle, Mondo gave creased his brow and asked, “Why so long ago?” It looked like the other enjoyed himself out there, so naturally he was curious.

"I was just too busy after that!" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "One doesn’t become a super high-school level hacker by skating around all the time, no matter how fun that would’ve been." 

Mondo nodded slowly, unscrewing the cap to his drink, “Ah, well that sucks balls. You should go out more often- have some fun. Y’know?”

"Going skating alone is no fun, though, and I’m not as close to anyone as I am to you and Ishimaru-kun." And oh, the thought of Kiyotaka on skates had him laughing quietly, hiding his mouth behind his hands. Skating was too free—there weren’t enough rules to follow for it to really be interesting to him.

"I’ll just go with ya then," Skating was hard sure, but spending time with his friend overpowered the negatives there. Besides, he’d get better at with those damn skates over time, "Still gotta teach me, y’know?"

"That’s right. I’ll look forward to it! But for now, we can go home if you want. I just have to return these." He leaned down to put his mary-janes back on, picking up the skates as he went to stand.

The biker's mood significantly lightened at the promise to get together again. That'd be a thing to look forward to. He stood as well and grinned as he leaned over to pick up his own skates, "Sounds good, chickadee."

imagine eren jaeger playing flappy bird

It took a few times until he was exhausted, at which point he exited the rink and heaved a sigh as he sat down in one of the little booths to the side of the rink. After he’d stopped panting, he got up again, fully intending on going and getting a drink. “Do you need anything, Oowada-kun?”

Oh right. He’d forgotten the reason he’d gotten off the rink was for a drink. The biker nodded, holding up a finger, “Water’s good , i guess,” besides he needed something to do with his hands anyway. He still wasn’t over all those falls he’d taken.

Chihiro goes up to the concessions stand and gets them both a bottle, skating back over and sitting down once more. He hands Mondo his bottle and offers him a smile, still flushed from all his motion. “Wow, it’s been a while! I used to be able to skate a lot longer than that.”

"When’s the last time ya went skating, anyway?" He asked, absentmindedly passing the bottle between his hands.

"When I was little," he replied, cracking the bottle open to take a deep swig—jeez, that was so much better than having a dry throat, wow. "I must’ve been—eight? Nine? It was a friend’s birthday party, actually."

Letting a low whistle, Mondo gave creased his brow and asked, “Why so long ago?” It looked like the other enjoyed himself out there, so naturally he was curious.

"I was just too busy after that!" He laughed softly, shaking his head. "One doesn’t become a super high-school level hacker by skating around all the time, no matter how fun that would’ve been." 

Mondo nodded slowly, unscrewing the cap to his drink, “Ah, well that sucks balls. You should go out more often- have some fun. Y’know?”

"Going skating alone is no fun, though, and I’m not as close to anyone as I am to you and Ishimaru-kun." And oh, the thought of Kiyotaka on skates had him laughing quietly, hiding his mouth behind his hands. Skating was too free—there weren’t enough rules to follow for it to really be interesting to him.

"I'll just go with ya then," Skating was hard sure, but spending time with his friend overpowered the negatives there. Besides, he'd get better at with those damn skates over time, "Still gotta teach me, y'know?"