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“ hey------ i know. ya. ya must be PISSED, or somethin’. that i, uh, LEFT. look i’m sorry--- yeah ? i am. it was IMPORTANT. i.. i couldn’t tell ya then, but... but i’ve got a PLAN. i need ya. i wanna fix this. get what they STOLE from ya back. “ he appears to be a little nervous ( uncharacteristic of him ), unable to maintain eye contact. hands are stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. his hair is styled. HE LOOKS NICE, almost un - ordinary of him. “ do ya forgive me ? “

     “   i still got some valentines day chocolate if ya want any.   ”     

marci vc: a good mom (:

“ …i said i wasn’t even really goth anymore, but i guess your brain shut off around the first word of what i was saying. i don’t think there’s gonna be any translating happening. let’s just keep it simple, okay? “

he paused, taking a deep breath. best to get this out before he really loses his shit. why did some people have to be so thick-headed? though, perhaps it was not really her fault - some people truly did have a problem distinguishing between the different subcultures. many did, in fact. but it was probably because of misinformation more than anything else. it simply was a tragic world that he lived in, where he had to explain this shit to just about everyone he met.

as if being goth was so hilarious and difficult to understand. except, again, he definitely was NOT anymore. he was… well, a blend of things.

“ goth equals non-comformity. but there’s irony in that because all goths conform. got it? “ he started, pointing a finger at her as though it were a mathematical equation. some people’s brains worked like that - maybe hers did too. “ it’s really just a place people put themselves in to feel special. but really no one’s special - it’s just a place to belong, like joining that weird furry group on the internet because it looked cool to you and you happen to love dressing up as anthropomorphic animals. “

    He snaps the chopstick in half, holding the wooden, splintered ends outward, fists wrapped around them and knuckles white beneath the yellow-gold jewelry. He has as many rings as she has piercings but he’s sure his cost more--but then, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t mind a materialist.