That's a smooth way of saying I'm — ( Here, his brows perk up, rather naughtily. Will he say it, the slur? Oh, from these prim and proper lips? ) — 'fucked up.'
( 'lo and behold, an Olympic feat, verbal mud slug between two swine feasting on radioactive orange sludge. He has convinced himself, like any good soldier, that mutely accepting his fate and his every bite and carrying on is the way of both survival and least resistance. Sharon won't take pity on the intestinally weak.
He hopes one day he will find a creature as devoted to him as this macaroni concoction is to the taste and texture of wet cardboard. Love yourself, Sakurazuka Seishirou. Aim high. )
Don't spare me too much sympathy. I was already an adolescent. ( 'A man,' in the way of those times' world. ) There are worse things to be in life than an orphan, aren't there? ( Such as a living person, forced to share this breakfast. ) You've gone through your share.
[ Seishirou echoes it back—fucked up—and it lands strangely coming from him, out of place on those lips. Sharon's mouth quirks upward for a second before she reins it in. What a terrible influence she is. She lifts a brow at him, a silent dare to deny it. He's fucked up. She's fucked up. Just about everyone here is, one way or another.
She takes another bite while he keeps talking, actually enjoying the food even if he clearly isn't. Sucks to suck. ] The devil doesn't know what to do with that. [ Her gaze flicks up to meet his. Yeah, she remembers, even if it comes back in fragments. ]
There are worse things to end up as. A witch. A demon. Sin incarnate. [ A faint exhale, almost thoughtful. ] I don't think being a devil sounds all that great either.
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( 'lo and behold, an Olympic feat, verbal mud slug between two swine feasting on radioactive orange sludge. He has convinced himself, like any good soldier, that mutely accepting his fate and his every bite and carrying on is the way of both survival and least resistance. Sharon won't take pity on the intestinally weak.
He hopes one day he will find a creature as devoted to him as this macaroni concoction is to the taste and texture of wet cardboard. Love yourself, Sakurazuka Seishirou. Aim high. )
Don't spare me too much sympathy. I was already an adolescent. ( 'A man,' in the way of those times' world. ) There are worse things to be in life than an orphan, aren't there? ( Such as a living person, forced to share this breakfast. ) You've gone through your share.
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She takes another bite while he keeps talking, actually enjoying the food even if he clearly isn't. Sucks to suck. ] The devil doesn't know what to do with that. [ Her gaze flicks up to meet his. Yeah, she remembers, even if it comes back in fragments. ]
There are worse things to end up as. A witch. A demon. Sin incarnate. [ A faint exhale, almost thoughtful. ] I don't think being a devil sounds all that great either.