[ someday, he might just lose it, like his entire life has been an exercise in performance anxiety and the downsides of emotionally-compromising friendship. hands brazenly splayed on her shoulders, his breath culminating into something full of pins and needles. trepidation on the rise, grazing his breath. even her assurances write a haggard edge into his demeanor, the incising blow even as he (dramatically) stumbles back, (dramatically) staring into the bowl with its congealing batter. ]
But it's not good, right?
[ taking the plunge is the only way left. not even vietnam's common propriety can deter him as he sticks his pinky into the constitution and gives it a clearly hesitant try.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . .
.
minutes (and minutes) later, when makoto comes back to himself, he's brought to the earth-shattering realization of his ghastly concoction and what eating it potentially means for his friends. drastic times call for drastic measures, and it's only with the slightest flicker of remorse that he turns on his heel, heading for the garbage disposal. ]
It's gone bad. We have to throw it out.
[ makoto might be a little misty-eyed at the moment, accentuated by the crutch of slumping resignation, but the greater good trumps the possibility of shortening vietnam's lifespan by odds and ends.
don't try to stop him. he has to do this for good of everyone. no one else must ever be subjected to such torment ever again. ]
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But it's not good, right?
[ taking the plunge is the only way left. not even vietnam's common propriety can deter him as he sticks his pinky into the constitution and gives it a clearly hesitant try.
. . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . .
.
minutes (and minutes) later, when makoto comes back to himself, he's brought to the earth-shattering realization of his ghastly concoction and what eating it potentially means for his friends. drastic times call for drastic measures, and it's only with the slightest flicker of remorse that he turns on his heel, heading for the garbage disposal. ]
It's gone bad. We have to throw it out.
[ makoto might be a little misty-eyed at the moment, accentuated by the crutch of slumping resignation, but the greater good trumps the possibility of shortening vietnam's lifespan by odds and ends.
don't try to stop him. he has to do this for good of everyone. no one else must ever be subjected to such torment ever again. ]