#valinem

tabi: it's easy, whatever some dickhead makes you feel that you don't like, you just throw it back at them ten fold and watch them *buckle*

“Oh, I know how to do that...” It was the act of impacting someone’s else emotions that she’d been wary of. While it might seem satisfying in the heat of the moment, the balances within a person being thrown off to such a degree so suddenly could have lasting....consequences.

Though, she couldn’t say that no one deserved that---to feel how they’ve made others feel. She certainly has considered it before, but that man was no longer a problem...

//  Whenever it came to relationships, Jirou was definitely one of the more low-maintenance types. That meant him putting away a text for later instead of replying to it immediately. Unfortunately at times, he would simply forget to reply due to being distracted and leave the person hanging for a day or in worse cases two weeks later.

  Like a teenager sneaking back into a dark house late at night and being found out by his mother, he adjusted his tone to be apologetic.

  [ txt to | penpal ]: crap   [ txt to | penpal ]: my bad, i totally forgot to reply   [ txt to | penpal ]:  yeah i like to rock climb, it’s pretty fun

sonny: terrified pangolin noises in response

“You’re staring a little bit too long for my liking.”

She gives her dad a huff and a stomp of her foot. The bells one her bangles jingling as she puts her hands on her hips, and when begins to sign the sound only grow louder. [ “Daddy, no being rude.” ]

//  Jirou would describe himself as not much of a talker but over texting, emails or letters, he was awfully talkative. Especially with the current scenario he landed himself in. It was a mistype in the number, he was asking for advice to a friend who told him the was changing numbers. What a surprise it was when he thanked his ‘friend’ for the lengthy reply only to have it revealed he was talking to someone else. A number neighbor. 

   He only knew their name but not their face nor the sound of their voice. How tall they were or their surname. Even so, he looked forward to the occasional notification. He imagined them to have a friendly voice... perhaps it was the way they texted. 

 [ txt to penpal | 14:23 ]: yeah sorry, just only saw this.    [ txt to penpal | 14:23 ]: my day was pretty good, saw a deer outside campus,                                          tried to feed it but it ran away   [ txt to penpal | 14:24 ]: how abt you?

           “Pineapple does belong on pizza, you’re just being a coward! Pineapple belongs on everything. Grilled on a burger, cut up into yogurt with chocolate pieces? Amazing. Flawless. Pineapple chutney? Pineapple lime chili shrimp? Stop being weak and try a bite.”