in the bathroom he glances to sunny again, a long moment of waiting- this would be the time things usually go wrong. but. they don't. and mob thaws a little more. he should know better but he just... wants it to be different this time. he wants to talk like this.
he's so lonely. (even if it's a prank is it okay to pretend? is it pathetic? is he pathetic? he doesn't deserve this-)
he moves over to the sink, routine in leaning over to get his hair damp and hope to clean some of the milk out of at least it before it started to go sour. his jacket was a lost cause there, but it was always worse feeling in his hair.] Does she go here?
[a conversation, a semi-normal conversation. that bathroom is blessedly quiet besides the running water, the crinkle of towels he takes from sunny's hands to dab at his wet hair.
the question leads to a pause. (answer faster, he'll get mad.) he swallows.] Yeah.
no subject
something in mob's chest twists at that.
in the bathroom he glances to sunny again, a long moment of waiting- this would be the time things usually go wrong. but. they don't. and mob thaws a little more. he should know better but he just... wants it to be different this time. he wants to talk like this.
he's so lonely. (even if it's a prank is it okay to pretend? is it pathetic? is he pathetic? he doesn't deserve this-)
he moves over to the sink, routine in leaning over to get his hair damp and hope to clean some of the milk out of at least it before it started to go sour. his jacket was a lost cause there, but it was always worse feeling in his hair.] Does she go here?
[a conversation, a semi-normal conversation. that bathroom is blessedly quiet besides the running water, the crinkle of towels he takes from sunny's hands to dab at his wet hair.
the question leads to a pause. (answer faster, he'll get mad.) he swallows.] Yeah.
[what else is there to say?]