Spirea

late at night

December 8th, 1993. 12:08am

[Tourma]: hey

[Bloodaqua]: why the fuck are you up

[Tourma]: wanted ask

[Bloodaqua]: first of all what could possibly be so important you need an answer now

[Tourma]: because you're all that i got in this world and i need this to go right

[Bloodaqua]: uh huh....

[Tourma] there's this guy

[Bloodaqua]: you're drunk

[Tourma]: what? no. no ew!!

[Bloodaqua]: ain't nothing wrong with gays ... internalized homophobia much?

[Tourma]: baby ain't nothing about my dick chasing ass homophobic. what i was saying was that there's this guy that hates me and i wanna reconcile with him

[Bloodaqua]: i don't typically befriend my enemies

[Tourma]: but if you did?

[Bloodaqua]: the only one I can think of is too pigheaded for that

[Tourma]: please man.. just help me and pretend ! 🥹

[Bloodaqua]: i'm not getting paid enough for this

[Tourma]: i'll buy whiskey

[Bloodaqua]: id probably tell him he's a piece of shit

[Tourma]: BD !

[Bloodaqua]: but if he was seriously apologizing, and put his heart into everything he told me. id consider forgiving him

[Tourma]: you're the best !

[Bloodaqua]: gonna tell me why we're doing this yet?

[Tourma]: i realized i might've been too mean to somebody who's been putting up with my bullshit for an incredibly long time

[Bloodaqua]: i don't even know who they are but i can tell you they're way better than me cuz id have dropped your ass by now

[Tourma]: first of all you fucking love me

"This is such a waste of my time..."

[Tourma]: second i gtg

[Tomura] has left the chat. 3:09am

" so rather than wait until morning like a normal person."

"it is morning."

"you know what i meant, the REAL morning with the sun out."

"clock says am to me."

"so RATHER than waiting until morning like a normal person, you sent me fifty messages begging me to wake up that bothered me so badly it woke me up and just when i considered ignoring you, you called me crying and begging to come out here."

"i don't know about begging but."

"you have fifty seconds to convince me not to send your mother a package with your head in it because i swear t- what the fuck are you doing?!"

"hugging you."

"are you DRUNK?! Get the fuck OFF."

"pushing wasn't nice.."

"i didn't mean to.. hey what's that?"

"huh oh this? it was my father's reminder of why i played the violin."

"jesus man why didn't y-"

"please just hate me. it's so much better than your pity."

"you're a fucking piece of shit i'm going to bed."

"i'm sorry."

"yeah se- what did you say."

"im sorry for flipping out. when you were at my mom's. don't get it twisted i still fucking hate your guts but at that moment it wasn't you i hated, so im sorry."

"yeah okay what do you want?"

"i didn't apologize because i wanted something from you; i did it cuz im fucking sorry asshole. if you're so hellbent on doing something for me, convince my mom you hate me so she'll call off the stupid fucking lessons."

"fuck off to bed."