Nah, it’s not that either.

It starts with an L. Ends with an E.

It’s her choice to add an ‘ik’ or ‘ov’ because he’s not telling her.

Places a hand over his face. She’s really that difficult, huh? Forget it.

He’s just going to stare at her a moment. And ; “Maybe it is love. Who knows?“ He does.

“Yeah? Actin’ like we don’t feel somethin’ is sort of complicated, you know? I mean — it’s probably easy for you. I doubt you feel anythin’.“ Now he feels like an idiot. Shit. His shoe scuffs against the floor. “Just forget I said that.“

✷ • ° . ｡ ⟣

He’s blinking like he’s received a slap in the face. She’s not serious, is she? “W-wh-what’re you ... what?“ Is he stuttering? Yes. Is he spooked by the fact his pulse is matching the rate of thoughts being processed? Yes. Does he want to drop dead? Definitely.

He doesn’t know whether to approach her, or run while her back is turned. He decides upon the former, and finds himself soon slumping to lean his forehead to her shoulder from behind. “Chia,“ he begins to say before falling as silent as silence comes.

[ that was meant to be a direct response and then my phone spazzed so I GUESS not. ]

Damn. Fuck. He’s so stupid.

Weirdos.

[ I have to do actual responses to people who aren’t Rap. ]

“𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.” 𝑶𝑭 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺 & 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑬 • 𝚎𝚌: 𝚊.𝚝𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 • ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍɪᴄ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ʙʏ ЯAPGOÐ

Waiting for @kaIitychi to get out of bed.

He ***** Chiara.

He knows.

Silently judges everyone from afar.