( natsume jerks to a stop, a grimace on his lips--but he doesn't say anything. maybe subaru can still tell when he's too wired, when he needs something to focus on instead of listening and feeling sick. it's a thought that squeezes in the small space between his chest and his heart, and he kills it like a fly before it can take root.
he just gets off enough sometimes that anyone can tell. that's all. )
I'm almost THERE. ( but despite that, he does direct his attention to their immediate area; he isn't allowed to regret how hard it is to look at the ground without getting closer, and he ignores how stupid he feels when he does that every time something blurry seems a little different.
at least he's rewarded for his efforts, carefully picking up a knife. this shouldn't be out here; it doesn't belong. )
...This is a knife from the kitCHEN.
( one of them. it isn't like there's any identifying marks to tell. )
no subject
he just gets off enough sometimes that anyone can tell. that's all. )
I'm almost THERE. ( but despite that, he does direct his attention to their immediate area; he isn't allowed to regret how hard it is to look at the ground without getting closer, and he ignores how stupid he feels when he does that every time something blurry seems a little different.
at least he's rewarded for his efforts, carefully picking up a knife. this shouldn't be out here; it doesn't belong. )
...This is a knife from the kitCHEN.
( one of them. it isn't like there's any identifying marks to tell. )