šŗ hit me with ur best SHOT (soft)
get your compliments here ! ( accepting )
( What does it means to be team ? Ramuda thinks he knew once , but he forgot it along the way. )
He only expects two things : first , that they say yesĀ when he asks them to join ,Ā ( mostly because he always gets what he wants in the end ) , and second , they show up and sing their hearts out , until thereās blood in their throats and victory in their eyes.Ā
He never expects real friendship.Ā
- but Gentaro is his friend in the most lyrical of ways , poetry ordained. Their friendship shouldnāt work but it does and that perhaps this is the greatest story of them all. Maybe he shouldnāt be surprised , Gentaro is clever with an air of mystery , a man who walks to his own rhythm , and thatās exactly the kind of person Ramuda can respect.Ā
Gentaro is special , and perhaps once upon a time Ramuda would claim itās because he chose him , but Ramuda knows that even without him , Gentaro would shine by his own light. Gentaro is special , simply by being who he is. For someone who lies so much , Ramuda thinks heās awfully genuine.
ā Gentaro ? Aha , oh no ! I canāt even count all the good things about him with both my hands !ā but still he pauses in contemplative thought.Ā ā I can say Gentaro is super smart , but he never stops being fun either ! His stories are good , and I mean really good ! I like the way he talks , his handwriting too ! Have you ever seen it ? ā He hums subconsciously ,Ā ā I like that no matter what time , or whatever I send Gentaro always , always sends me something back ! I like that Gentaro cares about us ! Fling Posse ! Heās trying his hardest I can tell ! ā
ā I like his jokes and his laugh , and I really , really like that thereās no one else like him. Unique ! Thatās what he is !Ā ā He nods , clearly proud of his own deductions. ā Gentaro is a really nice guy. Heās a good person. I think Iām lucky to know him andĀ Iām real happy that he exists. āĀ
( What does it mean to be a team ? Ramuda thinks he knows , he finds the answer between cracks of sunlight , and the crowded crosswalks of Shibuya as he stands on the tip of his toes looking for a head of brown hair and untypical clothes. Itās silence spent in comfort , and happiness found in cacophony , itās the low points in defeat, the high in victories, and everything in between. Itās a lot likeĀ Gentaro , he thinks , a mystery that canāt quite be defined , but still a constant presence , always there , always supporting , and Ramuda is perfectly content to let that be.)
