[ hasn't he had his memories played with enough? haven't they all had their minds fucked with enough? kon is tired of this place and the shit it puts them through, of the choices that don't mean anything, of having everything upended just for some stupid story. there's nothing satisfying here.
save, maybe, this. just settling in on beau's other side, as if they can barricade her and use each other to shore up their defenses while they finally, finally, get to decompress for a bit. it feels like everything has been nonstop.
there's rest, now, and he catches ichiro's look out of the corner of his eye before his cheek settles to mirror ichiro - a small bonk to ichiro's head, and then it's just black on black on brown.
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save, maybe, this. just settling in on beau's other side, as if they can barricade her and use each other to shore up their defenses while they finally, finally, get to decompress for a bit. it feels like everything has been nonstop.
there's rest, now, and he catches ichiro's look out of the corner of his eye before his cheek settles to mirror ichiro - a small bonk to ichiro's head, and then it's just black on black on brown.
kon does laugh a little, though. ]
Yeah. I miss the Beaufa.