[this is mildly concerning, but mostly beau is amused. she wanders over to him and flops down next to him on the floor, peering at him. she's all healed, also, but she does have a long scar across her face, from forehead to jaw.]
he's going to leave his face in this pillow when he's poked. ]
Beau... [ he says, in greeting. and then, because ichiro is not at all even remotely capable of keeping a goddamn thing off of his face on a good day let alone in when people can read his thoughts -
Iris has a thing for Crow and didn't tell me and now I don't know what to do and I'm gonna lay on this couch for the rest of our time in here augh ]
She should've. [she just switches to petting his hair. she's trying not to smile, because she knows that's rude.] I'm sorry, man, that's not fair to you.
[ she can smile it's okay. he's! having a bad time but it's not like a bad time like last week so there's that i guess. ]
... She told me she - I thought she...
[ this hurts. a lot? it hurts a lot. romance fucking sucks! he decides!! fuck this!!!! the world is correct and balanced because i will leave this game unsmooched ] I'm such a fucking idiot.
[alright, alright, come here. she tugs at him so she can hug him.]
You're not a fucking idiot, stop that. [she rests her chin on his shoulder.] You're too good for Iris anyway. You're gonna find someone you really like back home, and it's gonna be great.
[ he will allow this yes. he just kind of drapes over her and hugs her back.
... a little morosely like a sad eeyore ] All the women at home want to kill all the men and the last dude I kind of dated is the scum of the fucking earth.
[ muffled: ] 'm nineteen. You're like two years older than me.
[ there's no heat or anything to it, at least. weh. he huffs a little. it's not like ichiro is particularly romance minded - his focus has always been his brothers. really, he will probably just be a single kind of parent forever and he's probably okay with that.
what do people usually do like this, get drunk? ] Fuck this week. [ it's only monday? yea ]
also wow beau is being responsible? proud of her. he will probably die if he attempts to play ddr right now because he is still very injured, but, the thought does count. ichiro jerks a little at the pinch, and then pulls away, reaching up to rub his eyes with his forearm. ]
.... I guess she didn't try to kill my brothers in the process, so this is an improvement from the last time I got dumped.
[ ichiro has bad taste is really the best way to summarize that one
also there's a petty crow just has to look JUST like samatoki too doesn't he but he wrinkles his nose at his own thought process and doesn't move away from beau, letting her lean on him. ]
With - that stuff. Nothing else. Everything else here's fucking terrible.
... we didn't kiss or anything like that. Saturday, I thought - maybe, I thought it might, but. I know she's got all those issues, and I wasn't pushing. I managed to make her really, really happy about something, and - [ and he still gets a little flutter from it, but it hurts. ] - that was enough for me, you know?
...she told me about Crow today, though, and... I could hear all of her thoughts. You can probably guess how it ended up.
...I just wish I knew. I would've - I would've done something. Backed off, or something. I didn't wanna make it worse. [ ugh.
he drops his head down on beau's shoulder. mff. ] I'm only gonna date 2D for the rest of my life by choice.
[it's that type of older sibling huff. exasperated, but - she cares.]
Look. You were being a gentleman. [she takes his hand.] Nothing wrong with that. You didn't make anything worse, and look, if she's had a thing for him for weeks, she fuckin' led you on, and that's not cool. Not like you were exactly subtle about your crush.
[she squeezes his hand.]
It sucks now, and I'm sorry, but don't just give up on love entirely because an emotionally unavailable girl knocked you on your ass, man.
[ a little noise of complaint, but, yeah. it's... messy. he knew it was messy, even iris told him it was messy. she probably didn't have a thing for crow until now. (which? he's dead? so???? but he cannot begin to understand how her head works when it comes to this kind of stuff.)
he lets beau take his hand without any fuss, and - yeah, he's probably just sulking a little. it's been a shitty day. ]
... I think I've got really shitty taste. [ ichiro mutters. he actually knows he has really shitty taste, there is no i think, that's okay. but. he sighs. ] ...thanks, Beau.
They're allowed to go see the dead, you know. The Dorm Heads. Iris told me earlier. [a pause.] It's not a problem, man. Try to not let it bother you so much.
[ he. laughs a little at that, actually? its just a wet, hysterical snort, and he nods against her shoulder. yeah. yeah, he has really fucking bad taste. really fucking bad. that makes sense, but that also means - i've been crushing on iris right in front of him this whole time.
ugh ]
...'m gonna get Caleb-san to make me an animal too. [ also morosely, but he's maybe kidding a little bit, now. ]
[ worry, there, and pretty blatantly obvious. ] The thoughts thing, right? [ Caleb-san probably doesn't want the whole world picking in his head. poor guy. ] Is there anything we can do to help, you think...?
[ well - thoughts are benefitting right now, actually?
he scooches a little closer. she took his hand, earlier, so, he squeezes hers. ] Tell me. You just let me sulk about being dumped for like thirty minutes out of nowhere.
No. It's not a big deal. I'm worried about him and he won't let me be because he doesn't think he's worth it, and it's just a back and forth -- it's not. Your problem.
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Fuuuuuck? [she asks, poking him in the side.]
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he's going to leave his face in this pillow when he's poked. ]
Beau... [ he says, in greeting. and then, because ichiro is not at all even remotely capable of keeping a goddamn thing off of his face on a good day let alone in when people can read his thoughts -
Iris has a thing for Crow and didn't tell me and now I don't know what to do and I'm gonna lay on this couch for the rest of our time in here augh ]
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she bursts into laughter - not on purpose! she's not trying to be mean! but.]
Ichiro. [she reaches to ruffle his hair.] Gods. Okay. Okay, well, I can't say I'm surprised. She was wearing his necklace earlier.
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It's been like that for weeks. Beau, she didn't - she never told me.
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She should've. [she just switches to petting his hair. she's trying not to smile, because she knows that's rude.] I'm sorry, man, that's not fair to you.
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... She told me she - I thought she...
[ this hurts. a lot? it hurts a lot. romance fucking sucks! he decides!! fuck this!!!! the world is correct and balanced because i will leave this game unsmooched ] I'm such a fucking idiot.
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You're not a fucking idiot, stop that. [she rests her chin on his shoulder.] You're too good for Iris anyway. You're gonna find someone you really like back home, and it's gonna be great.
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... a little morosely like a sad eeyore ] All the women at home want to kill all the men and the last dude I kind of dated is the scum of the fucking earth.
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[rubs his back!!] It's not the end of the world. Seriously, you deserve better, and you're like twelve, you have plenty of time to find someone else.
[she knows he's nineteen, she's teasing him.]
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[ there's no heat or anything to it, at least. weh. he huffs a little. it's not like ichiro is particularly romance minded - his focus has always been his brothers. really, he will probably just be a single kind of parent forever and he's probably okay with that.
what do people usually do like this, get drunk? ] Fuck this week. [ it's only monday? yea ]
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[she pinches him.] No moping, or I'll have to kick your ass at DDR.
[...] No drinking either. Which, wow. That's not a thing I thought I'd ever say, but.
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also wow beau is being responsible? proud of her. he will probably die if he attempts to play ddr right now because he is still very injured, but, the thought does count. ichiro jerks a little at the pinch, and then pulls away, reaching up to rub his eyes with his forearm. ]
.... I guess she didn't try to kill my brothers in the process, so this is an improvement from the last time I got dumped.
[ w. was that a joke? ]
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[STOP BEING INJURED
she shifts, settling against him even though he pulled away. a beat.]
The fuck. [What even is your world.]
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[ ichiro has bad taste is really the best way to summarize that one
also there's a petty crow just has to look JUST like samatoki too doesn't he but he wrinkles his nose at his own thought process and doesn't move away from beau, letting her lean on him. ]
... things were pretty good. Here.
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she squints up at him when he speaks, though.]
Were? [just a mental like ???]
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... we didn't kiss or anything like that. Saturday, I thought - maybe, I thought it might, but. I know she's got all those issues, and I wasn't pushing. I managed to make her really, really happy about something, and - [ and he still gets a little flutter from it, but it hurts. ] - that was enough for me, you know?
...she told me about Crow today, though, and... I could hear all of her thoughts. You can probably guess how it ended up.
...I just wish I knew. I would've - I would've done something. Backed off, or something. I didn't wanna make it worse. [ ugh.
he drops his head down on beau's shoulder. mff. ] I'm only gonna date 2D for the rest of my life by choice.
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[it's that type of older sibling huff. exasperated, but - she cares.]
Look. You were being a gentleman. [she takes his hand.] Nothing wrong with that. You didn't make anything worse, and look, if she's had a thing for him for weeks, she fuckin' led you on, and that's not cool. Not like you were exactly subtle about your crush.
[she squeezes his hand.]
It sucks now, and I'm sorry, but don't just give up on love entirely because an emotionally unavailable girl knocked you on your ass, man.
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[ a little noise of complaint, but, yeah. it's... messy. he knew it was messy, even iris told him it was messy. she probably didn't have a thing for crow until now. (which? he's dead? so???? but he cannot begin to understand how her head works when it comes to this kind of stuff.)
he lets beau take his hand without any fuss, and - yeah, he's probably just sulking a little. it's been a shitty day. ]
... I think I've got really shitty taste. [ ichiro mutters. he actually knows he has really shitty taste, there is no i think, that's okay. but. he sighs. ] ...thanks, Beau.
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[DON'T JUST AGREE]
They're allowed to go see the dead, you know. The Dorm Heads. Iris told me earlier. [a pause.] It's not a problem, man. Try to not let it bother you so much.
[Been there. It always happens.]
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ugh ]
...'m gonna get Caleb-san to make me an animal too. [ also morosely, but he's maybe kidding a little bit, now. ]
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It's nice to be an animal for a bit. [I can't ask again.] Just as long as it's not on Thursday, I bet he wouldn't mind, but uh - just.
Just be prepared for him to not be happy. [Understatement.] This week's fucking with him.
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[ worry, there, and pretty blatantly obvious. ] The thoughts thing, right? [ Caleb-san probably doesn't want the whole world picking in his head. poor guy. ] Is there anything we can do to help, you think...?
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[Don't think about it don't think about it don't make it about you]
It's not something that can be fixed.
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[ well - thoughts are benefitting right now, actually?
he scooches a little closer. she took his hand, earlier, so, he squeezes hers. ] Tell me. You just let me sulk about being dumped for like thirty minutes out of nowhere.
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No. It's not a big deal. I'm worried about him and he won't let me be because he doesn't think he's worth it, and it's just a back and forth -- it's not. Your problem.
[she's like, thinking about dogs. stubbornly.]
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