#drunken texts

[Iwaoi]

Oikawa: IWA-CHAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BE MY ALIEN

Iwaizumi: WTF? Are you drunk again, Shittykawa?

Oikawa: IWA-CHAN THERE'S AN ALIEN OVER HERE

Iwaizumi: ... just stay where you are I'll come kick your ass

Oikawa: YOU'LL KISS MY ASS???

Iwaizumi: Put your fucking glasses on you shitty nerd.

[Kuroken]

Kuroo: yo Kenma guess what

Kenma: ?

Kuroo: i'm pregnant with your baby

Kenma: Kuro are you drunk?

Kuroo: how d'ya know? u psychic?

Kenma: Kuro you're a guy.

[Bokuaka]

Bokuto: AKaAshii!!!

Akaashi: Yes, Bokuto-san?

Bokuto: &^!$6132YGASTDREA$$%

Akaashi: Are you drunk, Bokuto-san?

Bokuto: HJADU$#%^YGFR$EDFG

Akaashi: ... I guess I'll come pick you up.

Bokuto: HIS&T^%TYGHFTRDRFC

bad comments on my looks hurt, my replies confuse. the guy with a hair like fletcher shears’ says that i look alive. (they all wait for me when i go to toilet.) they take care of me, they become attached to me. i’m seen as weird, dead, maybe even uninteresting, i walk home from the bus stop i hear a conversation, a girl with red hair stands up from her place firmly when a drunken ragged man sits next to her, an adventurer is dancing a soul sister is watching with drunken eyes on the corner of a bar there are two smiling friendly young women on the line my legs are shaking i try to smile i bite my tewth together i probably look mostly odd i’m being teased others are being harassed i’m hot small talk at the toilets and a horrible smell of red wine, there’s an explosion in my ear and as i’m walking home i look in the sky and wonder how did this all happen, that’s what i’m asking the sky. a little man smiles to please, maybe he’s similar to me, maybe someone else is similar to me maybe i’ll even find. [life is groggy but that’s what i’m building.]

He’s dancing and smiling and is close to me and in a way I hope I’d get even closer he