ah, kofuku teasing. yeah, that's powerful stuff. hiyori feels a faint trace of sympathy for yato as she's been the victim of a lot of kofuku's teasing, too ]
only when i'm busy doing other things
[ homework or studying. eating dinner and having a conversation with her parents. hanging out with yama-chan and ami-chan. taking a bath. watching wrestling on her phone underneath her blanket so her mom doesn't hear. sleeping. any other time she's with yato and yukine so --
... okay, that's pretty much her being busy all the time so MAYBE yato gets ignored a lot. oops. she has free time at SOME point, right? ]
how about this? i'll tweet at you instead, once in a while?
I'm not afraid of clowns. And I don't know you well enough to know whether or not it's an act.
Also, there's a boy at my school that likes to act big and loud and over-the-top so people will leave him alone. It seemed like a safe assumption to make.
( he says johnny in his head the same way he wishes people would say danny when they're stuffed swollen on his knife or dick. johnny, like sweetheart. johnny, like pretty baby. johnny, like please. )
i ain't underestimating shit. i am begging you to fuck me up.
( or at least come close enough that danny can get his teeth in him. )
well, you gotta admit it would be a pretty dramatic way of going out, so i could do worse in terms of deaths in this war? it's poetic and kind of ironic.
jokes aside, though, can't change anything if i'm dead, right? and what my father was doing wasn't working, and what you're doing is, so...you fight for me, i fight for you.
[He rereads his message, and then rereads it again, and then does a moment of bleak staring which, obviously, Claude can't see, but just know it's there.]
okay, do me a favor? pretend like i'm drunk right now and that was a two-pitcher thing i just said.
Tohma always has genius ideas! Anything can happen, so we should be prepared for it all. I'm going to make sure I have enough water to prevent dehydration.
[ What he sends is... a picture. Taken at a small distance from above, there's definitely a house, and it does appear to be in Japan according to the street markings.
Realizing that's probably not too helpful, location-wise, he also aims down and sends a picture of the tree he's sitting in. That's totally useful. ]
For what it's worth, I didn't think that hitting you with a crowbar as hard as I did would break your arm like that.
Girl, you know I'm an advocate for debauchery, but you might wanna check yourself.
He dared you to draw a map of the USA on your wall in mustard. You drew something that vaguely resembled a velociraptor eating Oklahoma, got embarrassed because you forgot how to spell America, then hid out in the coat closet until everybody left.
How is it that you get into at least one taco related fight a year?
It was like being run over by an orgasm freight train.
[ if it makes him feel any better, she thinks everyone is incompetent. ]
Mine were always too noisy. After a while I realized they were only slowing me down, so they had to go. I really went all in, though, so hopefully the were able to find gigs with slightly less ridiculous costumes. This was back during the more theatrical days.
[ and now she's got a bunch of orphan runaway teenagers and d-list criminals. ]
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