[ his mind goes to the same movies, the ones that usually end in some big dramatic confession of love. he decides to stuff his game down into the front of his backpack, much in the same way he's stuffing his own feelings down. life isn't a movie, but there's still a smile tugging at the corners of his lips that he can't seem to control. ]
so if i start climbing through your window in return i can take it easier at practice? [ a small pause as he thinks on whether to comment on that last part or not. ] oh, you mean those horror movies about home invasions? yeah, i've always thought it felt like that too.
[ kenma kozume, professional at hiding his own feelings behind biting sarcasm with ease. zipping his pack back up, he straightens, feet guiding him out of his room and towards the front door. ]
don't forget you promised the arcade after school.
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so if i start climbing through your window in return i can take it easier at practice? [ a small pause as he thinks on whether to comment on that last part or not. ] oh, you mean those horror movies about home invasions? yeah, i've always thought it felt like that too.
[ kenma kozume, professional at hiding his own feelings behind biting sarcasm with ease. zipping his pack back up, he straightens, feet guiding him out of his room and towards the front door. ]
don't forget you promised the arcade after school.