Wow! This is my first gang, unless you count myself, so thanks for taking care of me. I CAN GO IT ALONE. You can leave the egg decisions up to me! HELP, THE EGGS ARE CAPTURE LEVEL 100!*
But also, what's so bad about no socks?
[ Sadly, Twice is a certified slob. One of the key reasons the clone rebellion kicked off was due to them being forced to clean. ]
*This is a Toriko reference, for more info consult Shounen Jump.
One more properly known as 'fear of emotional intimacy', yes.
You know, I think you're a little less self-aware than me because you haven't had as many people lecture you about your flaws. Or scream at you about them.
[ He's starting to get tired of this dance that they're doing. Each and every word Diluc writes is like arrows piercing through his skin. shattering his sense of self over and over again. If Diluc had not intended to fulfill any of his requests, when did he even bother to reply in the first place? Part of him thinks that perhaps Diluc liked toying with his emotions, pretending to receive them only to stomp out any hope he had left that maybe it could lead to something more. Kaeya knew he said he'd do anything for Diluc, but this is starting to take a toll. Just how much does he have left to give? Will he give and give until there's nothing left? Maybe this is his punishment for even hoping. Maybe this is Diluc's way of saying he deserves every bit of pain he feels.
But will he allow himself to stop loving, stop giving, and stop offering himself to Diluc at every given chance? No, because despite the pain, he knows he deserves every bit of it. ]
I'm not drunk. Just barely tipsy. Why else do you think I'd have the courage to say these things to you? But it doesn't matter to you, does it?
[ Maybe it's the wine, but he feels like crying. ]
Not really but there are also people who run around in red and blue tights and some of us get calls from the President while some of us get called a menace to society. I'm not bitter though.
Do you know they said I dragged a baby into a sewer and ate it once? I mean, do I look like the titular character of a horror novel to you? Be honest.
... Actually maybe don't. Tell me sweet lies instead.
I can't not be what I am. I am honestly trying to curb my worst impulses. So far it's worked well enough. Pranks, some disruptive, none resulting in injury to any living thing. If I were a teenager without my past history, you'd just put me in an after-school program based on my behavior in the last couple years. Well. The last year at least.
The last ten months. [Anyway.]
I'm not the hero type. It's just not in me. But I am the type that can't leave well enough alone. Give me an assignment that fits my talents and you might start to like me.
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