"i just feel like...." he vaguely gestures into the air, expecting his hand motions to explain the rest. (it didnt) and kou sighs, leaning onto sakon's shoulder; just giving up on trying to elaborate. "im tired."
â  LikeâŠ?  â Ever casual, eyes glance at the gesture, no, he doesnât truly get it - though, it wonât stop him from pretending he does. Then again, there is that relatable feeling of failing to explain a thought or opinion, just to leave it vague because itâs way too troublesome continue. Construct a cohesive and understandable statement is the same as play Tetris and lose moments after, in the most anti-climatic form possible.Â
As Kou uses him as a post â or a wall to lean in, he sighs as well, leaving out a faint chuckle. He has passed from a cushion to all of the above, thatâs⊠wild.
â  Yeah, same. Yâknow, life would be more fun and less exhausting if we were clouds. They are fluffy and donât have to work or be a person. I love clouds.  âÂ
Fortunately, he isnât going to talk about his other frustrated dream of being a flower, or hippie running through the meadows, half-naked with a smoothie. Those are weird even by his standards. Looking at him, he opens his mouth to keep speaking, he hasnât finished yet.  â  Iâm up for doing nothing and sleeping on the couch, itâs free, whatevs.  â His free arm, the one not serving as a placeholder, stretches towards the sofa. Â
â  âŠOr we could watch a movie about aliens, your pick.  â Not to say, heâs terrible at deciding literally anything, which is why he concedes the opportunity.
