#towereing

“...sorry, i should focus on getting out of here, i know.”

leon would like to argue that he doesn’t understand much of anything, but he gets the feeling toko knows that better than anyone. he glances at her for what must only be a second and then stares hard at the trailing laces of his shoes. ‘maybe,’ he hums, clicking the ball of his tongue piercing against his molar in thought. ‘i ain’t too good at family stuff. maybe meetin’ them’d make ‘em look at their options. they got you when they could’a been forced to deal with me instead.’ he grins, reaches out to flick her knee with his pointer finger, slow and obvious -- there’s no sneak attacks on the horizon. not from him, anyway.

'  give them the rope, and they’ll hang themselves.  ’  he pauses, surveys his company, decides to simplify -- not because he feels he needs to (he’s read her winding metaphors, her run on sentences) but because it pushes himself up and her down.  ‘  that is to say, if we give them the means, they’ll do the hard work for us. do you understand?’

//Bugs Panic! is my favorite out of all of them in all honesty.

‘     this  ain’t  a  book  ,     ’     he  says  ,  voice  gravelly  and  dire  with  misuse  and  danger  .     ‘     you  ain’t  got  no  fuckin’  epilogue  for  this  one  ,  dumbass  .     ’     even  so  ,  he  stands  .  even  so  ,  he  reaches  out  something  tentative  ,  something  altogether  too  soft  for  leon  k.uwata  to  hold  all  by  himself  .  he’s  sick  of  barbs  and  steel  ,  and  so  ,  in  its  place  ,  he  offers  an  olive  branch  .  a  dirt  -  stained  hatchet  .     ‘     alright  .  okay  .  fuck  .  i’m  comin’  .  will  you  --  will  you  give  me  a  sec  ?     ’     to  splash  his  face  with  water  and  courage  .  to  reapply  his  faith  in  the  future  . he’ll  bounce  back  ,  ready  and  raring  .  fine  .  slap  him  on  a  hardback  as  the  hero  .  ring  him  up  protagonist  .  but  he  won’t  do  it  on  his  own  .