[Guilt had driven Makoto to very quickly dive onto his bed for his phone when the tone finally chimed out again, any hold embarrassment had on his tongue was wiped away in his need to apologize for being a complete and utter moron. He couldn't even fault Rin for being frustrated.
This was stupid. He was being way too stupid about this, it's not like Rin didn't already know he liked someone! And Makoto had already narrowed down the option pool for him so it would only be a matter of time before the other boy figured it out. Rin had already threatened to come over and get the answer out of him personally--the brunet shuddered to think what lengths Rin would go to to find out if he didn't tell him. Images of the redhead trailing him, worming his way into Makoto's conversations, or god forbid going to Nagisa for his opinion flashed through Makoto's mind very akin to a horror film.
Maybe that was being extreme. But he was sure to feel guilty and uncomfortable no matter what happened.
A long and suffering sigh--the first of many he was sure--was heaved into his pillow, phone still clenched in his hand. There wasn't much sense in dragging it out much longer, was there? Exhaustion at playing this "game" was slowly creeping up on him, tugging at his heartstrings until they started to slowly unravel. What harm was there in telling someone, he tried to reason with himself. How would it make the situation worse? He might as well get serious and get this over with.
Rip it off like a band-aid, Rin had said.
Makoto gets back up from his bed, crossing over to his desk to have a seat there instead. A better place to focus than having the temptation to smother himself with his own pillow, he thinks. Glasses are slid back on to his face, if only to give his hands something to do as he thinks for a long moment on how to compose his next texts.]
They dont actually smile much.
I mean. People dont think they smile a lot. They smile more than people realize, but its usually not with their lips.
Its mostly with their eyes.
Which is why they get away with making jokes all the time because no one can tell if theyre being serious or not. I cant blame anyone though because they say some ridiculous stuff in complete seriousness too.
But its kind of like a cat. How they smile. Their gaze gets softer. And they relax. And look content.
[It's Haru his fingers want to type. But he still couldn't bring himself to type the words himself yet.]
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Date: 21 Oct 2014 16:11 (UTC)[Guilt had driven Makoto to very quickly dive onto his bed for his phone when the tone finally chimed out again, any hold embarrassment had on his tongue was wiped away in his need to apologize for being a complete and utter moron. He couldn't even fault Rin for being frustrated.
This was stupid. He was being way too stupid about this, it's not like Rin didn't already know he liked someone! And Makoto had already narrowed down the option pool for him so it would only be a matter of time before the other boy figured it out. Rin had already threatened to come over and get the answer out of him personally--the brunet shuddered to think what lengths Rin would go to to find out if he didn't tell him. Images of the redhead trailing him, worming his way into Makoto's conversations, or god forbid going to Nagisa for his opinion flashed through Makoto's mind very akin to a horror film.
Maybe that was being extreme. But he was sure to feel guilty and uncomfortable no matter what happened.
A long and suffering sigh--the first of many he was sure--was heaved into his pillow, phone still clenched in his hand. There wasn't much sense in dragging it out much longer, was there? Exhaustion at playing this "game" was slowly creeping up on him, tugging at his heartstrings until they started to slowly unravel. What harm was there in telling someone, he tried to reason with himself. How would it make the situation worse? He might as well get serious and get this over with.
Rip it off like a band-aid, Rin had said.
Makoto gets back up from his bed, crossing over to his desk to have a seat there instead. A better place to focus than having the temptation to smother himself with his own pillow, he thinks. Glasses are slid back on to his face, if only to give his hands something to do as he thinks for a long moment on how to compose his next texts.]
They dont actually smile much.
I mean. People dont think they smile a lot. They smile more than people realize, but its usually not with their lips.
Its mostly with their eyes.
Which is why they get away with making jokes all the time because no one can tell if theyre being serious or not. I cant blame anyone though because they say some ridiculous stuff in complete seriousness too.
But its kind of like a cat. How they smile. Their gaze gets softer. And they relax. And look content.
[It's Haru his fingers want to type. But he still couldn't bring himself to type the words himself yet.]