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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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                   ❝ hey..can i sit on                                 the bed? ‘m tired. ❞
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      with a single sleeved hand, he began to rub at one of his eyes as if to wipe the sleep from the corners of it. a decent night’s rest tended to be far and few in between in the 4th ward, more so with the rather gluttonous tendencies he’d gained lately. all that flesh had to come from someone else’s metaphorical dinner table and more often than not, they weren’t so keen on sharing.
                                                                “Uh, yeah of course -” 
                                  The ghoul had just been laying on the center and he tucked him in at some point in order to doodle. He knew sleep was necessary and truth be told he hadn’t seen Dylan sleep all that much. He pushed the glasses further up, not like it made a difference, and was about to get up. 
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           “I’ll leave you alone - find me in the              lounge when you’re awake.”
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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                ♠ — The sudden presence of the other against him was surprising - to say the least. He'd abandoned him, left him behind with no explanation and he didn't deserve such treatment. Especially not with the speech following; it was too heartfelt.
                                          He stayed silent for a while.
                                     A deep breath.
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                    ♥ ♠ ♣ "Its not so much you as it is me - I didn't want                               to put you in any more danger and I got into                               some shit so I had to go into hiding -
                              but its sorted now." A small smile.
             He shook his head; this had been a bad idea because now he didn't want to leave but knew he had to. He may be selfish and may enjoy playing with people, being the puppeteer - but he'd put Dylan through enough. He actually cared for him and if this was the one act of kindness in his life so be it.
⊱ ☾ ──  ❝…uta.❞
   there was no mistaking the scent of leather and ink, nor the masker’s usual tired voice. gently, softly, the sound of claws clicking against hard pavement soon lead to his ex’s side as he pressed against his arm. perhaps it was an old feline habit, perhaps it was just a desire for body heat. either way, retaliation or rejection was the farthest thing from dylan’s mind, half lidded kakugan peering up to meet the ever present pair belonging to uta.
             ❝i missed you…i was gonna try tearin’                     up the whole ward to look for you…                     but i figured there was a reason you                     didn’t want me knowin’.❞
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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          ♠ — Crouching down on the edge of the tunnels, Uta faced the direction with the breeze he assumed to be the outside. He wondered if it was a starry night, or whether it was completely clouded over - although he supposed he wouldn't know even if he had eyesight. The light pollution from the city would have killed it anyway. 
                    He'd followed Dylan back here and as much as he tried not to do this - suddenly reappear - he had to. He needed to see him. A part of him wondered if he'd missed him and another part was equally as curious to see if he'd hurt him and if so what the repercussions were — God, Uta, stop. 
                             He shook his head.
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    ...
                                                                         Breathing. 
                                                                                    → Body heat. 
                  "Hey." He spoke in his usual quiet, drained - tired voice. Although now it seemed slightly rougher, if only just slightly - maybe its because he knew Dylan was right there, maybe its the cigarettes he'd taken to smoking again. Who knows.
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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                                            "we know that if we get too close it will kill us.                                              but what does that matter; it is better to be happy                                                                        for a moment                                              and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time                                              and be bored all the while"
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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 [[MOR] i wan t torp w peopel im jsut bad at...
oli u cute nerd
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im not cute im manly af
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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i wan t torp w peopel im jsut bad at asking people oh gos h yellps
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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⊱ ☾ ──  ❝…uta.❞
    the name felt foreign on his tongue. it had been months, what felt like years, since he’d seen the masker’s face or smelled his once familiar scent. gentle touches that he’d managed to replace the callous treatment of the past were no longer a part of his daily life. seeing the hands that had once held his own gave him a chill no wind in the world could reproduce, but dylan somehow found himself reaching out to take hold of the ghoul’s jacket.
               ❝where…why…❞
                    ♠;; ─ The masker had been trying to stay low on the radar since returning. In truth he left rather abruptly - scared for his life; he'd fled. And now he dragged himself back but waht he didn't expect to find was his ex. Not on the first day of his return. God he'd managed to mess up even now. 
     He knew it was him, the smell was as nice as always - and that voice; it was Dylan. No questions asked.  He glanced down, trying to avoid his eyes even though he was blind, the action was still there for a reason - he was ashamed. Scared of this interaction. He's uncertain.
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                            "Sorry." That felt like the only thing appropriate in this setting.
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replicareflection-blog · 10 years ago
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          ♠;; Blinks a few times and stretches before deciding on getting out of bed. "I'm gonna do stuff today. Maybe." He says as he collapses back into bed.
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