fix. :}
Word Prompts Compilation: no longer accepting. fix: treating cường’s injury.
"You’ve grown up too strong. You fight so hard and you helped when I never asked, and you fight so much. Why do you fight so hard?” Rushing in like some valiant knight, protecting him when he stands all of sixteen-falls in years... Young, sure, but Josuke’s echoing those historic airs of knightlihood: devotion and love and a blistering type of loyalty. Cường isn’t surprised; he’s read them all before in Arthurian tales and those lifetimes whispering in his soul. Does Josuke know they’re there? Or is he only aware of this dreamer’s bleeding? Ouch. It’d been a mistake. He’d stumbled in his post-moon haze into those riled yakuza, and as he tongues at his bleeding gums now, recalls this boy barreling in like some facsimile of storm. Dichotomy. Layered. He’d protected him violently, but now makes for tender with awkward hands, and-- “Let me cook for you then,” he offers when Josuke presses too firmly. Cut it out. The isopropyl trails his arm. “You’re still growing. A growing man needs good food, and you fight too hard when I never asked.” Hmph. His head dips, and then those too-keen eyes peer deadly upon him. “Do you always trespass like this, Josuke? Into lives. Into mine? Don’t be a criminal. I’ll call the cops, you know.”
