[ if he doesn't look at the unruly mop of blond hair closely enough, it's almost like carrying luna or mana- moreso luna, size-wise. for a minute, his chest tightens up unpleasantly, before he finally exhales as the teen at his back finally drags himself out of slumber to slink to the floor.
he watches mikey order with some sense of forlorn nostalgia, a small smile playing at his lips. he still really doesn't understand what the hell is going on, but apparently hell can shave some years off you...or something. sitting in a booth, mikey on one side and him on other, the smell of chocolate and burnt sugar in the air...it's...nice.
if only things could have stayed like that back home. ]
They're both here, too, huh?
[ somehow, all of them ending up in hell together feels ironic. mitsuya leans a bit on the table, condensation dripping down the milkshake glass in front of him. heck of a question, but not any weirder than seeing mikey basically de-age. ]
Pretty much. I'm 18 now. [ 2 years past having his shit get kicked in by the guy in front of him. time flies. ] Not any more successful after graduating, though, if you were curious.
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he watches mikey order with some sense of forlorn nostalgia, a small smile playing at his lips. he still really doesn't understand what the hell is going on, but apparently hell can shave some years off you...or something. sitting in a booth, mikey on one side and him on other, the smell of chocolate and burnt sugar in the air...it's...nice.
if only things could have stayed like that back home. ]
They're both here, too, huh?
[ somehow, all of them ending up in hell together feels ironic. mitsuya leans a bit on the table, condensation dripping down the milkshake glass in front of him. heck of a question, but not any weirder than seeing mikey basically de-age. ]
Pretty much. I'm 18 now. [ 2 years past having his shit get kicked in by the guy in front of him. time flies. ] Not any more successful after graduating, though, if you were curious.