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[chokuto]

UN: 火
𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 / 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 / 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎 / 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 / 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖
𝟖♣ ( 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑺 )

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[hallowing]

（ well, aight. ）

important q how was dream-me hung

[chokuto]

Shut up.

[can he block someone on his Watch]

[hallowing]

nah, you're right, dick move. shouldn't have said that. wasn't trying to throw the honesty back in your face.

look, for what it's worth i think it's probably just a side effect of this stupid system. i wouldn't do anything, anyway. big on consent 👍🏻

if you're worried.

[chokuto]

I wasn't worried. [Or maybe he was? His mind feels too tangled, lately, around everything.] I just don't know why it's you.

[There were other people—but Cyram has been the most frequent haunting.]

I won't play this game, no matter what they do to me.

[hallowing]

（ well, that's a macabre lightbulb moment over here. he'd assumed trauma — but it's not the sort he was considering. he does remember, with a clarity that's alarming in his mind, the press of the kid's bloodied fingers against his chest and realizes his reluctance is actually borne of desire and the self-denial to accept it.

there are things he could say. lectures about how suffering for pride gets you nowhere and leaves you with nothing at the end. there are offers he could make, or promises, or jokes.

instead, he just remembers how strongly something in this boy had called kulo vayn out of the depths of his ruined mind, and swallows it down. ）

well, sometimes that's the right move.

i'm sorry. for what it's worth, i hope you don't have to.

cw weird uchiha shit idk it's my turn

[chokuto]

[He doesn't know what to say to that. He stares down at the words as if he was expecting something different, for Cyram to tell him that he's making a mistake, that this is all for naught, that it is futile to continue struggling. Would it have helped?

Two days ago he woke in a cold sweat, feeling like a thousand crows were sitting on top of him, staring down at him with red eyes, poking him with clawed feet.

Yesterday he went to take a shower and saw his dead brother in the mirror.

Three hours ago, he laid his head down and dreamed, vividly, of straddling Cyram's bloody chest with a short sword jutting out of it.

Is he losing his mind? The worst part is he can't even take the Watch off; it sits, heavy on his wrist, those words staring up at him. So it's the only reason he replies, even if the message is short.]

Don't apologize.

[He'll stop responding at this point.]

why are they like this actually

[hallowing]

hey mr bossypants stop ordering me around i am CANADIAN apologizing is my BIRTHRIGHT and not even my mom tells me what to do.

but aight.

i'll keep my distance for the time being. u ever wanna talk, just hit me up.

（ look he doesn't even expect a reply at this point okay ）

🤡

[chokuto]

[what is a canadian]