#replicai

     the turn at the sound of her voice is INSTANTANEOUS , an action he does without thinking , without completely COMPREHENDING the fact that he’s doing it in the first place . CRYSTALLINE gaze falls ‘pon her person in silence whilst he awaits her continuation of whatever topic at hand that she wishes to speak about , stills hands from the act of SEWING ; he’s aware she’s said something but it has yet to register in his mind , fails to befall him like it should . he hears the , ‘ HI ‘ but the word that comes after it ——— one usually associated with a PARENTAL FIGURE ——— hardly goes noticed , least right away . there’s a slow blink  &  another  &  another / he stares at her with the same innocence that chronically plagues his visage ; the tilt of a pink haired head , the soft scrunch of BUTTON NOSE .

     &  then it registers like a KICK to the stomach , the , ‘ DAD . ‘

     he’s TAKEN ABACK by the term , it’s visible in the sudden widening of doe eyes , but he does not focus on it , forces an expression of NEUTRALITY in order to approach the SITUATION as if it were no big deal , like it isn’t something that’s life changing . ( he doesn’t think he’s gonna be able to keep himself from calling doppo right away  &  telling him about this interaction . ) the clap of hands that follows is soft , like he’s worried of scaring her away , like she’s some MOUSE he can startle into hiding .

this  is  preposterous .        absolutely  absurd      ——     have  you  ever  known  such  injustice ?      then  again :      justice  is  tantamount  to  abstract  and  amateur  poetry ,      and  it  locks  their  bedroom  doors  at  night :      seeps  under  fukawa’s .      stains  her  clothes .      she  wears  it ,      like  her  general - restriction  identification  badge .

arms  folded  over  her  chest  /  folded  over  her  knees ,      eyes  downcast      ——     she  listens  to  the  idle  tick  of  the  analog  clock .        if  future  foundation  wishes  to  waste  her  time ,        then  she’s  intent  on  wasting  theirs :        a  mandatory  three  hours  a  week  until  fukawa  is        ‘ stable  enough ’        to  whittle  it  down .      two .      one .

but  she’ll  always  be  supervised ;     always  feel  nanami’s  eyes      ——     future’s  eyes      ——     even  when  they’re  averted .      fukawa  shifts  further  into  herself ,      abstracting  comfort .      what  is  she  waiting  for ?        is  nanami  under  the  impression  that  fukawa  has  anything  to  say       ——      to  further  incriminate  herself  to  the  foundation ?

JHBDFBJHSFHJBDF U RLY REBLOGGED THIS.. I WAS LITERALLY JUS THINKIN ’ RES ALWAYS RB’S MY PROMOS BUT I DONT HAVE ONE YET ’ AND YOU

  *   A FLUSH.         a  doll  is  she,  pressing  pink  petal  flush  ‘gainst  his  skin,  a  blossom  that  spreads  from  tip  of  his  nose,  to  his  ears,  to  his  shoulders  ;    ❝      n-nanmi-chan  ?  ❞  mumbled  under  breath,  quiet  but  still  audible,  before  hands  move  to  cover  his  eyes,  as  if  to  hide  both  his  blush  and  to  rub  at  moss  eyne  to  see  if  he’s  having  another  dream.  however,  that  just  isn’t  the  case  !  butterflies  leap  from  his  stomach  to  his  own  lips  as  he  shakes  out  his  nerves,  before  pressing  a  matching  kiss  ‘pon  her  cheek,  stepping  up  to  tip  toes  despite  the  fact  that  they’re  on  equal  footing.    ❝      th-there.  now  we’re  equal.  ❞