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FINALLY.
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SUBJECT: ARCADE SHOOTING GALLERY
I FUCKING FOUND IT. THIS STUPID SHOVELWARE AGME THAT I SPENT HOURS ON AS A WEE BABI. AND GET THIS. ITS ON DOLPHIN EMULATOR
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💞 - an awkward kiss.
It’s more like ink than blood. The bandages in the trash, the purple blood on his shirt, what they’ve thoughtlessly wiped off from their hands to their jeans, it’s all going to stain. Bloodstains are tough to get rid of, Shinsha’s bled out onto white fabrics often enough to know - that deep, dark color, that’s going to stick, and no amount of bleach or homemade cocktails of vinegar and what-have-you can change that.
It’s so poetic it’s almost funny. Whatever Adam is saying in an attempt to lighten the tension goes entirely ignored because that tension will always be there, like that blood, like those stains. He dyed their life a sickly purple the second that thing spilled his blood and it seeped in so thick, so dark, they can’t remember what color it had been before.
Shinsha doesn’t wait for him to stop speaking on his own. They reach out to cover his mouth, silencing him, hating the silence they had been so used to before he came.
“…I hate you. I’m so sick of this, Adam, I hate what you’ve done to me…”
Words that should be full of vitriol spill from their lips as soft and sweet as a love confession. Tears roll down their cheeks yet there is no sob, no hiccup as they lean forward to press their lips to the back of their own hand.
This is what he’s done to them. He’ll never taste the tenderness of their lips, the sweetness on their love like juice from a peach, because they are afraid of the power it holds over them.
They want to kiss him properly. They’ve wanted to for a long time. But he knows, as well as they do, that this is the closest they can ever get.
Shinsha rests their forehead on his, cupping his cheeks to hold him close. If this is all they’re permitted it, let it last just a moment, just a breath longer.
“… I’ll never forgive you.”
And finally they pull away, as if nothing had happened.
They’re busy. They’ve got stains to clean.