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geto suguru ([personal profile] contemplatively) wrote2023-07-14 08:14 pm

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[personal profile] unrequite 2024-05-19 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yoru is much too uncomfortable, just as a person, to actually relax under Suguru's touch, but after tensing, he doesn't push the hand off, nodding in response to his question. Yoru tries to relax. (Oh, Suguru is very close. Time to not think about that, time to think more about friends making an effort to be friendly because that's what friends do. Allegedly. Yoru does not make many friends.)

Yoru does not see the point in fantasizing about things that clearly won't happen, but after aiming another cautious look at Suguru, making sure that he's not secretly being teased — and it's hard for him to tell at the worst of times — Yoru allows himself to give the question a serious amount of thought. ]


... I don't know. Something like this?

[ Yoru gestures towards them both, sitting on the floor. He'd say reading, but he's pretty sure that's something that's kind of hard to do with other people. This, what they're doing, is nice. ]

It's not creative, I guess, but like. Being with them... Listening to them talk. You know.

[ Which is kind of ironic, given that Yoru's now done more talking about himself here than he did for the entirety of the last half year combined, probably... But it's the truth. He likes listening to other people talk, mostly because he doesn't have to worry about when or how to interject himself into an actual conversation. He doesn't have big dreams, exactly, but even this situation he is currently in seems impossible. Like if he closes his eyes, he'll open them and be back in his room, alone. Like this is a dream.

(It might be a bit telling that he hasn't thought much further than that. Like he's carefully stepping around the idea of human contact...) ]
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[personal profile] unrequite 2024-05-20 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ With friends. Right. Yoru bites his lips, but nods before he asks if they're friends. Of course they are. They're in Suguru's room, Suguru invited him, nothing is going terribly wrong. He's the same as he's always been... Kind. Interesting. Smart. ]

Right. Not right away.

[ Yoru coughs, tries not to argue that it's never going to happen for him, that he's not sure if he wants that to happen for him, not because he's scared or disgusted by the idea, but because it just doesn't feel necessary... He shakes off those thoughts and turns to Suguru instead. ]

What about you? Do you ever think about what, uh. Your type is?

[ Which is kind of a desperate shift of the conversation, but it's not as though Yoru is completely uninterested in the answer. Suguru seems like the type to already have an answer to these kinds of questions, even if he never talks about it... Yoru likes that. There's a whole world in there, like a book. ]