* !

ּ♡    hmm curious <3

||   hey 
            gimme something stupid 

*  seroki spiderman kiss scene was haunting me early this morning.. 

        @shotodism 
            
             [ eyes locked onto shoto as he talked, his attention should've been more on the puzzle but it had shifted for the moment.  the proximity was slightly making his brain turn as if it was a slow loading computer.  ]right, okay, i see what you mean.  but they're just all colorful, it's hard to match up the right ones.  [ he sighs in dismay, looking at the box cover again before grouping a few pieces with similar colors together and trying to connect a certain one. it took him a moment but he managed to connect a good two or three together.  ]  

hm ..  [  how could he help from this point?  eyes scan the puzzle,  trying to compare it in his head from the original picture.  hand setting down his cup,  he moves around the table,  close to sero in order to see it upright and not upside down.  ]   so ..  you see pieces like this?  they're going to be more in the center.  and pieces like  / this /  are going to line up the edges. 

           @shotodism 
            
            mmmm..   maybe..  just a tiny hint. [  he states, dark hues flickering to glance at shoto before back at the many pieced puzzle.  why did he even decide to do this anyway? perhaps it was at the others suggestion, that and this sort of thing was suppose to can the mind. though sero only felt more stressed out, sheesh. ] 

          @shotodism 
            
            okayyy, let's just head to the store. we'll get you something, i'll even let you pick a new outfit for me so it's fair.  [ he chuckles a little, hands shoving into pockets. ] it's not like you need to change everything about you're style, the choice is still yours what you wear. i won't force anything on you, just suggestions for what you'd look good in.  [ pretty much anything, sero's eyes crinkled sweetly at his own thoughts.  ]

collared shirts but keep a couple undone ..  uh huh.  [  wouldn't that make him  ..  not .. formal?  see,  this is why he never brought up clothing with his friends.  last time someone tried to put him in a turtleneck.  fingers pinch the bridge of his nose for just a moment,  trying to think and listen.  ]    so you're saying i need an entire outfit change?  [  not offended,  just reaffirming.  ]   i would just have to trust your taste on this because i don't think I can .. imagine it,  that is.

       @shotodism 
            
            you should wear more collared shirts for one. you already give off a formal vibe but collared shirts can also give off a cooler air of you just keep a few buttons undone and pair em with the right pants. shoes too. [ though sero was sure money wouldn't be an issue for this, he wasn't suggesting shoto buy extravagant clothing either. all it takes is a little more than the necessary effort for outfit choosing.  ] we could head to a clothing store right now, find you at least one new outfit to wear. 

[  the dual haired male was never emotional by nature.  it took a lot to undo him and yet the one before him managed it so easily every time.  how embarrassing was it to be so worked up when he was usually so calm and collected?  (  not that there were even that many times to count.  it was all in his head,  really.  )   it was just vastly different.  shoto didn't think he put values to people ..  everyone was important.  hanta just ..  he was different.  he felt different about his pain.  yet,  despite what he's done,  sero ever - so faintly voices and shows his understanding anyways.  he hates that.  no  —   he actually doesn't.  he likes it,  and that feels worse.  ]    i  / feel /  like a kicked puppy ..   [  he mumbles beneath his breath,  deciding to focus on the one feeling that was grounding him.  how awful did this make him of a person?  hanta was the one hurt here.  that touch moves to his hands and shoto can feel just how warm the black haired male's palms were.  heart pounding,  he can almost feel it like a lump in his throat.  how was he the one being praised right now?  how did hanta have so much tenderness in his heart?  how could shoto convince himself to not feel this way?  his chest hurts.  not wanting sero to lean any further,  the hero sits up,  holding onto the other's hands.  gazes meet and there's a million words he wants to say.  his chest hurts.  lips move and nothing comes out.  he pulls the other's hand to his chest,  at a loss of words.  his chest just hurts.  he'd give anything to be good with words.  ]    i  ...     believe you.   i just ..    i don't think i like seeing you hurt.  in any fashion  —   not just my own doing.   but it hurts more knowing it was my fault ..  even if you forgive me.   [   did that make sense?  it was guilt.  some twisted,  inexplicable form of it.  at least for shoto,  it was.  ]  

               @shotodism
            
                [ sero quiets for a moment, though gaze laced with much concern and not for himself. clearly him joking so much hadn't actually helped, dark gaze looks down at the other.  black haired males gaze turns a sad sort of affectionate but affectionate nonetheless, his hand comes to rest upon multi colored strands,  ]   you look like a kicked puppy right now.  it's kinda cute.. [ he murmurs as his hand trails to the side of shotos head, playfully pretending to tuck his hair behind his ear. course he couldn't short hair, but he liked shoto's hair cut, it suited him.  sero attempted to hold back a flinch, he'd majorly distracted himself with the other for a moment. just needed to relax.  hanta reaches both palms to grasp the others own, he was always surprised by the duality of the two temperatures or the mixed temperatures. right now the males palms were warm. a reassuring squeeze of his hands was hopefully going to have shoto lifting his head again, just once.  ]  i know i can be a bit of more of a talker between us two but i meant what i said.  you're strong, you should be proud of that and your skills. you're in your head too much, don't beat yourself up over this.  

[  hands rummage through the kit,  hating how large it was.  while that was good,  it just felt so aggravating right now.  everyone cheered at the good defense but it just brought this gnawing feeling to him.  especially when sero couldn't get back up right away.  when his friend was injured,  and not just hurt.  when he could see the pain in his expression instead of something that could be laughed off.  ]   that's different ..  you're no villain.  [  the number two hero glances back,  a mix of ..  whatever he was feeling was evident on his face before looking back tp the kit.  hanta was far too good at making light of a not - so - light conversation.  going on about being too serious and smiling and girls and just —  ah —  ointment.  the right kind too.  oh.  his hands are trembling.  why?  that was enough,  this was enough.  shoto turns quick a hand on the other's thigh,   ]     / hanta / ..  please.     [  just ..  he didn't know.  all the talking,  even when sero was hurt.  he sighs heavy,  gently resting his forehead on the other's knee while he knelt.  way to go.  ]        ..     sorry.     i didn't mean that.   

*  clasps my hands together,   oh really now..?   inteestingggg

⋆   oh word ?    i hear u ...   nonchalantly slides over my card and bangs it on the table softly

 *  uhm ..  hmm..    no..   maybe now too..   shuffles around or wtv..

             @-excentriic 
            *  oh yeah.. I'm giving it back you're too nice keep it

||   okay :D

               @-excentriic 
            *   handover your life right now then..