ā ā ā ā ā Ā @antigravi.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā had you told kunikida only a few months ago thatĀ heād be spending his more of his evenings with a member of the port mafiaĀ than without, heād not have believed it.Ā he certainly didnāt understand it when it began happeningĀ āĀ still doesnāt, not wholly. he does, however, know theyāre far beyond questioning this for what it is (Ā this being time spent together entirely of their own free will and not being thrown crudely together by the hands of fate and circumstanceĀ Ā ) and by now, theyāreĀ well into acceptance.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā thatās two of the five stages of grief.
Ā Ā Ā Ā he considers for a moment that heās too harsh in thinking that. after all, he wouldnāt bother with someone that he didnāt hold some kind of trust in; even if that trust was less than clearly defined. before he can reflect any further on the matter, nakahara proves his grievance right in just a simple movement Ā āĀ Ā sat on the pool table, he manages to block the shot that kunikida has been meticulously angling for seven minutes and thirty four seconds with his boot.Ā ridiculous.
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā nakahara.Ā Ā ā Ā glare sharp and judging, kunikida frowns across the way at him and his brow furrows, distinctly in frustration. yet, if he were actually angryĀ ā note, composed irritation and pure rage are two completely different beastsĀ ā then he wouldnāt hesitate to aim for his teeth, right then and there. that, and if it werenāt chuuya across from him. him and that... indescribable quality of his; the very same one that drew kunikida to him time and time again.Ā Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā ā Ā intentionally blocking my perfect shot and looking at me with that shit eating grin is bad enough as it is, but dirtying this fine felt with your disgusting feet... tch. simply unforgivable.Ā move your hind end, or iāll move it for you.Ā ā















