#incalculablesanity

;; out; //SOBS, WHY DO YOU INSULT SOMETHING I LIKE, I LIKE THIS BLOG OKAY //PROTECTS IT

;; oUT, //lOOKs

;; out; just seeing you’re doing okay is fine for me in some way //laughs; or just, even being able to be the babysitter? I DON’T KNOW, iT’S LATE, dON’T JUDGE, but thank you (for giving me the consent haha), and have a good rest friend //strokes back

;; out; //eMbraces further sdfsd; just get yourself some rest friend, or LET ME FOLLOW YOUR JEAN BLOG AND STARE AT YOU FROM AFAR AND MAKE SURE YOU’RE OKAy. Take care of yourself sdfsdf

;; out; //kind of.. pulls you close and hugs tight tbh; just… frIend, ily, I hope you get better soon

omg ily just 

;; OUT; I SEE YOU

[ It's cold out, which is the first thing Makoto notices. He pulls his jacket closer against the biting chill, shivering slightly. The gun holster feels heavy on his hip; it's the first time he's really ever carried one outside the Court. Of course, it's not loaded. Like he'd dream of ending someone's life. He leans against the rough bricks and listens to the quiet of the night. Crickets and the soft hum of nearby machinery. It's a bittersweet noise, sans the usual buzz of civilization. Reminiscent of home. A breath escapes chapped lips. In any other situation, it'd be a sob.

The stillness of the moment is ruined by the second thing he notices; the sound of footsteps rounding the corner right next to him. Makoto jumps, whirling around, gun out and trembling violently in his hands. A member of the Court? A trespasser? Who in their right mind would be out this late, anyways? Especially considering the state of the world. He takes a shuddering breath, unable to see through the darkness entirely. Shit. What does he do? ]