canon is thirst (2009); looking at games!!!

[callosity]

[ The moment one point connects to another ( a nerve twitching to sense it, feels and settles), she threatens into a smile. A jerking movement which quickly flattens, lips straightening and forms puckered, pouting lips. One emotion striking into another, strikes like hunger. ]

I see.

[ What about her eyes? They are downcast. Eyes seems to hold everything, don't they? Not that anyone pays any real attention. ]

And he'll still be very sick, won't he?

Comments

[idkworldruler]

Relax, and learn to love the bomb.

[adamah]

Hm?

[ He watches the girl curiously from the shadows. ]

I'm guessing it's not a tummy ache.

[thalassotherapy]

Probably depends on the place, right?

[callosity]

[ Eyes dart up. Widen. Alarmed. Curious. Confused. That sounds about right, doesn't it? ]

Huh?

[idkworldruler]

[He almost laughed at that, what was with that reaction?]

Dat reaction. Never watched Doctor Strangelove?

[callosity]

Hm.

[ A reply; a chirp back. A confirmation that she acknowledges that he is there ( and that's alright ). A little company does some good. Ah, well, even if this conversation was a private one. Was. Not so much now. What to do, what to do?

She remains as she is, expression and all, but continues ( much more than a 'hm.' ): ]

A disease, he called it.

[ A small, pinching pause. ]

Come out into the light.

[callosity]

[ A carefully crafted one. ]

I don't watch much of anything.

[idkworldruler]

That is very sad, you have officially made me a very sad panda. Perhaps you should have your mun take you to a movie theater.

[callosity]

[ Oh.

Oh, oh, oh. Hello. The topic seems to drop from one to the other, passed on with the movement of her eyes. A flicker in his direction, locked and set. She holds the same face, uncertain if she should drop it ( if she should be honest ).

There's a slight tilt. She's honest about her curiosity, at least that. ]

Does it?

[adamah]

A disease?

[ The shadowy visitor repeats after taking a long pull on his cigarette. The faint hint of nicotine fills the air as he does, but it does nothing to give away his location. ]

What kind?

[ He asks before inching into the light. Johnny is hesitant to comply with the woman's wishes, but it would be rude of him not too.

After all, he kind of just barged in here...]

[thalassotherapy]

Yeah.

[ he shoves his hands in his pockets ]

It's what I've heard, at least. I don't know.

[callosity]

[ Why is she sharing?

She appears to be waiting. Her senses are good ( a questionable scale ), but not quite enough ( how would she know? she never knew what He was doing. that was the disadvantage ). She has yet to relax. She is stiffened in posture, frozen into a polite smile as she laces her fingers. Politely knitted; politely held together.

The hint creeps into her nostrils long before his inching into view, tickles and dazes her attention for a dragged moment. Reminds her of something. Something. Something. ]

A 'terrible' one.

[ What is that something? ]

I think it's just fine. [ She won't look. She's just speaking to a voice. ] He convinced himself it was fine enough to share. With me. [ Not yet. Just a voice. ]

And that's just [ —truth in her own voice— ] fine.

/epic movie btw

[adamah]

[ For a brief moment, Johnny doesn't say anything. He just stands there watching her.

The details were a tad choppy and the woman didn't seem eager to share the full truth. He could tell that something's wrong, but he honestly has no idea what's going on. All he knows is that this woman felt...different compared with others.

So for now, he just watches her with a curious stare. ]

...Are you certain of that?

incredibly great movie orz ahhh

[callosity]

[ She can't be too direct. She can't be too truthful, just truthful in her face. In her voice, laughs and screams. Pleasure and joy. Fear. She hasn't approached that fear in a long while. Her mind has been at a high, climbing and climbing into a higher feeling. She can't get back down. Misguided. Going in the wrong direction.

And He couldn't do anything because he actually saved her ( thought he saved her. saved. still that priest. still loves ). She lives again even though it's too late. She's been dead. Tae-ju is very dead.

His little creep into his reply is a heavy hit. The stitches snap. Delaces and falls apart, hands hanging by her sides and her expression drops. Furrows her brows.

She looks back. An expression with hurt, with insult. She reveals her eyes. Look into them just might reveal the lack of weight in there. Tae-ju has been long gone and she has never felt more alive. ]

I've never been more certain.

i need to finish it~

[adamah]

[ That expression, he knows it well. ]

You'll regret it. [They always do.] In time, you'll regret it.

[ Johnny has a strange inkling that he knows exactly what she means now, and he's not impressed. Another one has fallen into darkness, another one...]

Where is he? Are you alone here?