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4doji · 2 days
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oblyvn asked: 23 for towa!!! / image based prompt.
"Be sure to tell me if I'm spinning too fast."
You'd think he would know his own strength by now! And yet, it was all too easy to get swept up in the moment, especially in her presence. Towa was, after all, a weak spot for him. Far too often did he find himself caught up in the melodious sound of her laughter, wanting to hear more of it, how frequently it overrode his senses and reasoning. Even as the evening drew on, he hadn't had his fill of her and the sight of her smile.
It was the least he could do to make up for his prolonged absences, unexplained and unplanned. With each return, he mentally prepared himself to see her in the arms of another, knowing he had no business hoping she would wait. He wouldn't let her wait; he wasn't worth it.
The sight of her hair as it billowed freely in the wind while he spun the playground merry-go-round was mesmerizing. When he first saw her race for it, his lips parted, as though readying to say 'aren't we a bit too grown for that?', but he knew she'd rightfully counter back with evidence of his penchant for hunting down the most optimized parts for pocket circuit and racing against other kids, or how much money he'd blow on those capsule machines... (why'd he tell her about the million dollar yen machines from the 80s...?)
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"Hm? ... Heh. I think I might look a bit silly if I tried to jump on that with you."
The pout on her face was all it took to send that argument into the garbage bin. With a sigh, not of exasperation but amusement, he released his grip on the handles and drew a few steps back, bracing himself to potentially eat shit on the pavement if he doesn't make it, and charged with all his might towards the spinning contraption, and yes, he was absolutely doing a warrior-like yell as he rushed forward, much to the amusement of those passing by.
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Once his hands find purchase on the handles and just narrowly avoiding a nasty crash, he realizes just how fast he'd been spinning the fixture around. "Hey...! I told you to tell me if I was going too fast!"
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trainedmutt · 4 days
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“... do you wanna go out to dinner sometime?” @piemade liked.
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futilelives · 7 days
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❝ i overheard you talkin’ earlier . ❞ / ( @redemn )
"Okay," says Hosea, flicking the butt of his cigarette away into the snow. He exhales the last of the smoke and tips his head back to look up at Arthur, squinting against the bright midday sun that reflects off the white snow still clinging to the ground. When he exhales next, it still smokes, but this time it's just the warmth of his breath.
There's no question about what Arthur's referring to: his conversation earlier with Dutch, dire warnings and repeated promises that it'd all be over soon. Hah. One way or another, sure, but not, he suspects, in the way that Dutch is hoping for.
Hosea pushes himself to his feet, already reaching for another cigarette. He doesn't light it, simply pops it between his lips as he considers Arthur. His instinct is to shield Arthur from it, to pretend it's nothing, just two old men yapping about nothing at all, but Arthur's not a child anymore, and hasn't been for a long time - although the years feel short. He's proven himself many times over and Hosea would be doing him a disservice to pretend otherwise.
"You must be bringin' it up for a reason. With me, no less, not him." He reaches for his lighter. "Out with it, then. Got aomething to say?"
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trainedmutt · 5 days
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“you think i could crash at yours tonight, man? i'll take the couch, i don't care.” @nearestend liked.
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