Who: Rantarou Amami & anyone who hits me up
What: Catch-all
When: October
Where: Around
Warnings: TBA
This post serves as a place for me to gather all of Amami's closed threads, starters, and miscellany through the month. If you want to set something up, I can be reached by PM or at kagehira
In... a way, yes. [Hinata adverts his eyes, reluctant to talk about it. Reluctant to relive that pain.] They mean so much to me, but... At this point, they probably don't remember who I am anymore. At least, not before they met me here.
[He thinks back to that time, flustered and half a second away from yelling at them to keep them from taking his money, and for rocks of all things. How very little he'd known then, and the shock that went through him much later when Komaeda helped him realize they were the little one in the woods.]
That's why... even if it's something you did for yourself, I'll thank you anyway. Because if anything happened to them, I- [He breaks off, has to stop and take a breath. Shakes his head, muscles of his face tight, because he can't continue that train of thought.] The fact that you'd consider another way, or that it isn't something you wanted to do... Those things count for something. Bad people who kill don't feel either of those things. So I'm sorry, if I can't trust you the same way for a little while. But...
[He meets the other boy's eyes, sees that flash of a reassuring smile in his mind's eye.]
( there's a weak attempt at a smile on his face — because it still stings a little, being told that he can't be trusted, but he knows it's deserved too well to be able to speak back against it. to be able to do anything more than be grateful for the fact that he's not being written off completely for the blood on his hands. for that, there's something soft underneath the apologetic look in his eyes; he's appreciative, even if there's only so much that words can do to convey the fact.
but he'll exhale a long breath, sighing deep as he tries to gather himself up from the weight of the pressure hinata has helped ease on his shoulders. )
Thanks, Hinata-kun. Means a lot to me.
( it really, really does. but... he doesn't really want to linger here; something like how he feels about the blood on his hands isn't really a topic to detail with his amnesiac classmate, so he'll grasp onto one of the straws hinata's offered him instead. )
I'm not really sure what you mean by them remembering you, but... if you want to talk with them, you're free to come by any time. They're a bit shy though, so try to be patient, yeah?
( 'cause he knows not everyone takes well to being peddled rocks at the low, low price of 10,000 yen or whatever it was. )
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[He thinks back to that time, flustered and half a second away from yelling at them to keep them from taking his money, and for rocks of all things. How very little he'd known then, and the shock that went through him much later when Komaeda helped him realize they were the little one in the woods.]
That's why... even if it's something you did for yourself, I'll thank you anyway. Because if anything happened to them, I- [He breaks off, has to stop and take a breath. Shakes his head, muscles of his face tight, because he can't continue that train of thought.] The fact that you'd consider another way, or that it isn't something you wanted to do... Those things count for something. Bad people who kill don't feel either of those things. So I'm sorry, if I can't trust you the same way for a little while. But...
[He meets the other boy's eyes, sees that flash of a reassuring smile in his mind's eye.]
I don't think you're a bad person, Amami.
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but he'll exhale a long breath, sighing deep as he tries to gather himself up from the weight of the pressure hinata has helped ease on his shoulders. )
Thanks, Hinata-kun. Means a lot to me.
( it really, really does. but... he doesn't really want to linger here; something like how he feels about the blood on his hands isn't really a topic to detail with his amnesiac classmate, so he'll grasp onto one of the straws hinata's offered him instead. )
I'm not really sure what you mean by them remembering you, but... if you want to talk with them, you're free to come by any time. They're a bit shy though, so try to be patient, yeah?
( 'cause he knows not everyone takes well to being peddled rocks at the low, low price of 10,000 yen or whatever it was. )