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yogen2022-01-06 09:54 pm
silentabyss) wrote in yogen2022-01-06 09:54 pm
Entry tags:
I'm glad I didn't die before I met you
Who: Noah & Yukio
What: talking about some yogen canon memories, handholding
When: 01/06, evening
Where: β 2
Warnings: memory mishmashes, still handholding, me getting my characters involved in another polyship IT'S FINE
[Oh, Noah, you stupid fool, do you honestly think this is going to go well?
βThat's what he's thinking to himself when he knocks on Yukio's door. He supposes a bit sardonically that it's not Yukio's door entirely, and he might die of embarrassment if one of Yukio's roommates opens up instead, but here's hoping. Here's hoping they can... talk. About something.
A few things, really, that are nagging at him. A couple thoughts lingering in the back of his brain, both of which make him a bit nervous to talk about, neither of which he can assign priority over the other. After knocking on the door, he winds up with his hand over his chest, gripping his shirt like it's going to anchor him. It doesn't.
It doesn't, and so he just waits for the door to open. A part of him wishes they were out of this stupid void. The other part thinks they'll never be, so this is as good a time as any.]
What: talking about some yogen canon memories, handholding
When: 01/06, evening
Where: β 2
Warnings: memory mishmashes, still handholding, me getting my characters involved in another polyship IT'S FINE
[Oh, Noah, you stupid fool, do you honestly think this is going to go well?
βThat's what he's thinking to himself when he knocks on Yukio's door. He supposes a bit sardonically that it's not Yukio's door entirely, and he might die of embarrassment if one of Yukio's roommates opens up instead, but here's hoping. Here's hoping they can... talk. About something.
A few things, really, that are nagging at him. A couple thoughts lingering in the back of his brain, both of which make him a bit nervous to talk about, neither of which he can assign priority over the other. After knocking on the door, he winds up with his hand over his chest, gripping his shirt like it's going to anchor him. It doesn't.
It doesn't, and so he just waits for the door to open. A part of him wishes they were out of this stupid void. The other part thinks they'll never be, so this is as good a time as any.]