Yukino Star Dresses

there’s a gun stuffed into the waistband of his jeans, its weight and form obvious even with the cover of a particularly baggy sweater. yorke feels it like a cold fire and frets with its outline, half-covering it as shame wriggles into his cheeks. he could dip into her thoughts like slipping his feet into a stream, discern what she thinks - if she sees it, if it upsets her, but he’s already made a silent promise to himself that he wouldn’t. they’re friends, he likes to think, though he doubts it’s a mutual consideration; her gaze always seem harsh, not the cruel coldness of his father nor similar, but something still that pricks at the skin and threatens to wear down the soul. it’d be too masochistic to pick through her brain and only confirm his suspicions, so he keeps to his own boundaries instead, digging his teeth into his own worries, tearing them apart and allowing them to bleed across the metaphorical carpet of his mind. the two agents serving as his accompaniment are still lost, not even possessing a sliver of a clue to the ranger’s identities. this is good. but they’re pressing yorke dangerously hard, demanding results in the emotionless voices they all possess. in the older one there’s the beginning of doubt blooming - not convinced that yorke is withholding, but considering. it’s nearly as dangerous.

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