Counting fingers, counting sheep, counting cameras.
The cameras are clicking. Flashing, let's count the bright lights.
There's one, two, three, so many. The hosts are yelling down at him, asking him what was going through his mind.
The red carpet doesn't feel like a carpet, it feels like a sticky flytrap. He's stuck.
The shined dress shoe now felt like dirty sneakers, and the carpet is now the concrete pathway of a park. The black suit is ripped apart to reveal a sweater and ripped jeans.
That's right, Denki heaves a shaky breath, I'm walking with Shinsou.
Denki looked over at the other, and seemed entranced.
Shinsou had eye bags, purple hair that he's had the luxury of touching, and somehow kept himself looking neat.
Comparing himself to the taller, Denki was on the same level of pristine, of neat.
Yet in his head, Denki is a mess.
"Soooo.. I'm not great at talks if that's what you want." Denki started, goofy persona unfitting of his state.
Shinsou shrugged, maybe not great at talks either.
"I guess I wanna know what's got you in a twist." Denki could see the cringe in the other's face at the phrase.
"Haaah? Why should I tell you - Mr. 'I didn't come here for friends'?" Denki knew his head wasn't straight, but he grew slightly frustrated. "Didn't you tell me yourself - you didn't want friends?"
Shinsou watched the other, eyebrow creased at the mention yet sighing in realization.
"I, I know I said that but - you look fucked up and I just don't like seeing people cry."
"Then why did you invite me to walk with you huh?" Denki growled, a dazed anger flushing his face as he looked at Shinsou. "You wanna make fun of me yeah, might as well!"
"Fuck everything! I'm probably gonna' swan dive off a fucking bridge, fuck everything!"
Denki couldn't help his rambles that slid onto his tongue and spilled, anger and distress obvious as he tugged on his hair. Shinsou didn't deserve the blonde's curses, but he sure-as-hell didn't deserve Denki's glimmer at how terrible he's been treating him.
"Fuck this walk- fuck this park- fuck everything!"
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