-- h e a r t b e a t --

i really like jaxon’s muscles

like

put a “<3” and i’ll tell you about someone i care about, without any names.

put a “</3” and i’ll tell you something that broke me.

put a “):” and i’ll tell you something i dislike about myself.

put a “(:” and i’ll tell you something i like about myself.

Put a “:P” and i’ll tell you something that pissed me off.

Put a “#” and i’ll tell you the last thing i lied about.

TH IS IS THE FIRST TIME SOMEONE HAS ASSOCIATED A SONG WITH SAN AND O H MY GOD THIS IS SO CLOSE TO ACCURATE. ..!!!!

“cFa-fault you n-no, San no… E-english no me-me—.. spe-speak.. eng.. well.. eng-engrish—.. no—»”

The tall girl felt her throat ache before continuing to break in front of a stranger.

"O-Oi! You... do not have to... sppp...speak English. Japanese no fun but I can speak it. Very Little but still speak!"

Jaxon felt panicked, feeling guilty as his eyes darted around to see if anyone could take this girl off his hands and not completely blame him for making her cry. Ugh, talk about a sticky situation. Still, Jaxon's hands which had been hovering precariously over her shoulders, gently settled there, scared stiff at the girl's crying. He glanced down at her shirt and then look at the sky. Apparently, God was not answering his prays today. He grumbled under his breathe--

"«Why do you do this to me of all people?»"

Sighing, Jaxon tried to sooth the sobbing little thing, whom was trembling with big watery eyes that made him feel like a monster for making the girl cry. His eye twitched in irritation at the thought of someone taking advantage of her and her lack of knowledge.

"You do just fine! Speaking English. Nothing wrong with your lang...langua...ge skills. But first... that shirt... who gave?"

"….hic.."

".....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And suddenly things got real. Like really real. Like really, really real.