FLUORESCENT FLICKERS only exacerbate the undercurrent of anxiety coursing through her. Today, just like any other day, she wonders if she belongs. In spite of the achievements that marked her path, her head is fuzzy, and the weight of these thoughts visibly etches into her features. Lips tremble: they shape fragments of words she does not speak aloud, but instead, redirects to an internal monologue.

APPREHENSION SEIZES EVERY MUSCLE. The flinch is fleeting, however, and the stiffness it elicits is also thankfully short-lived. Confusion, however, is slow to depart. Such a sequence is unfamiliar. Short and aggressive movements, in his experience, are predicated only on a desire for violence. Pairing it with affection feels more foreign than tenderness itself. Lips twist, pull, then fall apart. A frozen chest slowly swells and falls as it thaws.

Muse talking about the mun

Homeland.

"Not really, not anymore. I begrudgingly ended up taking front and center stage. He gets a spark of Clint Barton now and again, but D.A. has a type to say the least," he said, letting out a breath between his teeth with amusement. "Anti-hero parental figures, teachers and mentors. So, I guess I like them or don't like them if they share the qualities I dislike about myself."

LIPS TWIST AND TWITCH WITH WOULD-BE WORDS. Conversation becomes a field of land mines, waiting to catch on any unsavory syllable. What happened? Cellophane crinkles under thick, calloused fingers. The bouquet—a humble arrangement—slowly descends to his side. Is the floor eroding beneath him? What is this feeling? Why is it so brutally familiar?

Name: satoru Age: 27 Do you like to cuddle?: yes definitely Can we make-out?: i'm counting on us making out A night in or dinner out?: dinner out unless you're cooking Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: both?????? What makes you a good Valentine?: don't pretend like you don't already think i'd make a good valentine Would you cook for me?: i mean sure but it won't taste good and it might not be cooked properly Would you let me cook for you?: yes, i would give you that honor

AGGRAVATION ETCHES DEEP betwixt dark blonde brows. Ochre eyes creep over the edge of the paper and glower at the respondent. Three times he dares to speak but fails to muster the words. Many come to mind, but he withdraws at the notion they may be too coarse, and thus . . . encourage further interaction.

✉ @troublehq said: “You wanted to be a member of the most powerful clique in school. If I wasn't already the head of it, I'd want the same thing.” (from gojo!)

Late  nights  were  always  the  time  to  talk  about  why  life  hated  them  so  much.  Tonight,  as  he  was  cleaning  up,  a  wine  was  handed  to  the  other  and  a  small  snack  given.  Tonight's  way  of  thinking  really  did  make  Joe  stay  calm.  He  could  tell  the  other  was  having  a  rough  day  and  personalyl  as  much  as  he  liked  to  poke  fun  at  it,  maybe  today's  not  the  best  time.  The  male  always  listened  and  gave  the  other  insite  even  if  he  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  him  sometimes.

But  he  felt,  since  all  of  this  started  again  --  he  could  tell  something  was  going  to  become  more  trouble  than  it  was  worth.  Taking  care  of  some  of  the  dishes  while  he  was  placing  them  away,  he  let  out  a  small  sigh  from  his  lips.

      "  You  know,  for  someone  so  smart,  you're  pretty  dumb  sometimes.  You  allow  yourself  to  let  the  dumbest  things  get  to  you,"  he  commented,  with  his  back  turned  to  him.  "  If  life  were  so  bad,  then  you  need  to  change  it  for  yourself.  Kaoru,  you're  smart.  Seeing  you  so  down  about  something---anything,  it's  kind  of  a  buzz  kill.  "

His  shoulders  shrugged,  knowing  full  well  he  was  about  to  get  a  ear  full  fro  mthe  other.  Taking  a  step,  he  turned  to  face  him  --  hand  on  his  hip  for  a  moment,  he  was  really  just  looking  over  his  shoulder.

"  I  don't  mind  you  complaining,  but  not  everything  can  be  handled  by  a  skip  button.  If  that  was  doable,  trust  me,  I  would  have  used  it  plenty  of  times,"  he  let  out  a  small  chuckle  from  his  lips.  "  Cheer  up,  things  will  get  better,  alright?"

      ❛ i like that you have no choice but to look up at me ... makes you seem much more well-behaved. ❞ @troublehq