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[mayoboro]

toushirou hijikata
#1470 holly heights
( wife ) • ( shitty son ) • ( daughter )
thanks a lot, saffron

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Re: action

[mayoboro]

You would never feel sorry for yourself. You've made that pretty clear.

[some things are just meant to be. despite holly heights being a community where tragedy isn't meant to exist, where children and adults can live however long as a family unit regardless of their previously existing circumstance, there are things that never heal. a boy like badou, hijikata has figured, doesn't suffer over quantity of material possessions. much like he himself, what badou considered more important that barrels of gold and abundance of property was likely centred around something--someone.]

[he reacts impulsively and through a mix of emotions when certain terms are mentioned even if not meant to scratch at the surface of what is wrong. hijikata is no mind reader, but there's a connection that reaches out regardless of not knowing the whole story, and--besides--lost children are at times the easiest to read if one looks at the right angles.]

[beneath the thorns and the blood, there is something still vibrantly red and hurting. he gets that.]

Oi. How bad did you fuck up this time?

[now that the pack was taken, he puts down a lighter, calmly and gentle, in retrospect.]

Re: action

[badbreak]

[there's a long silence-that-isn't in return; the quiet evening wind, Badou breathing in that above-ground air sharplyshallowly, a flint catching a few times, but no light, no fire]

Pr-pretty fuckin' bad. Makes the last time I fucked up look like, a, a fucking...

[he's struggling to focus on the words, to form them in a timely fashion and not stop-start-stutter (he's not good at words, was never good at them, though he still tries so hard)]

[he can't (won't) confess to the actual event a second time; it's already been gibbered incomprehensibly at the superwoman (who's luckily unversed in cryptic bullshit, he thinks, unlike a stupid infohound, unlike a fucking Nails)]

[instead of finishing the sentence, a light sparks in the dark, and a few seconds later, he coughs]

Re: action

[mayoboro]

[that's a lot of baggage for a kid his age- size- with skeleton shoulders and scrawny wrists. 'how is he supposed to carry all that weight by himself?' is not the question hijikata asks himself, but rather he doesn't question that badou will have to, one way or the other, conquer these hanging unspoken words that overwhelm and stir at ice on frozen waters--no budging and no giving in, a constant painful repetition reaching no conclusion.]

[at the cough, he too exhales (but with ease, in contrast). hands guarded inside pockets, the clock ticks away imaginary in his mind, and he's counting down to leaving.]

[he diverts the subject; he doesn't pry nor keeps on until given information, not in these circumstances.]

When are they letting you out of the clinic?