He unconsciously wiped his own mouth with his knuckles.
With his bad attempt at a kiss, Minoru wanted to show Ziggy that he did care, but even that was muddled in the mess of emotions bouncing back and forth between them. When he felt the inky wave of self-hate, that feeling of wanting to fade away, he outright panicked.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” he stumbled back, reaching for the door handle behind him. He couldn’t do that right now. He had enough presence of mind to realize that he wasn’t in his right mind. Any promise he made could be a lie.
Minoru tumbled backwards out of the seat (Thank goodness for the empty spot next to the car.) and bolted back inside the club.
Streaks of color mixed with the tears on his cheeks. He looked about as bad as he felt as he frantically ran right for Isamu.
“Have you seen Hiroki? I messed up!! I messed up EVERYTHING. But he can fix it. He fixed it before...” he stammered quickly, all in about a breath and a half. “And can you invent a device that scrambles Anthean empathy so I don’t hurt my friend because I’m high whenever I’m around him?! Please??”
The usual ‘...What did you do?’ was replaced with just, ‘...what?”
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Date: 2020-11-21 09:47 pm (UTC)With his bad attempt at a kiss, Minoru wanted to show Ziggy that he did care, but even that was muddled in the mess of emotions bouncing back and forth between them. When he felt the inky wave of self-hate, that feeling of wanting to fade away, he outright panicked.
“I’m sorry... I’m sorry...” he stumbled back, reaching for the door handle behind him. He couldn’t do that right now. He had enough presence of mind to realize that he wasn’t in his right mind. Any promise he made could be a lie.
Minoru tumbled backwards out of the seat (Thank goodness for the empty spot next to the car.) and bolted back inside the club.
Streaks of color mixed with the tears on his cheeks. He looked about as bad as he felt as he frantically ran right for Isamu.
“Have you seen Hiroki? I messed up!! I messed up EVERYTHING. But he can fix it. He fixed it before...” he stammered quickly, all in about a breath and a half. “And can you invent a device that scrambles Anthean empathy so I don’t hurt my friend because I’m high whenever I’m around him?! Please??”
The usual ‘...What did you do?’ was replaced with just, ‘...what?”