AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[The lights dim and you are no longer in a classroom, but a low key bar. An older gentleman from behind the counter is looking at you as if waiting for your next order. La Torre's voice comes from nowhere in particular:]

Let's pick up where we left all, shall we? You are sitting in a bar. Why are you drinking?

Comments

[codecmoment]

UHM.

I THOUGHT THIS WAS LIKE MY ANIMES, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD GO THE SCHOOL YAOI ROUTE.

[menially]

Will you just stop--

[Shirt's off, he's already covered in a fine sheen of sweat to match the tear trails.]

[codecmoment]

[ He went silent for once because his boner was busy preoccupying him. ]

[menially]

[He is still too busy clenching his jaw in distress, whipping that partially-sweat-soaked shirt to the floor.]

They mess with us and they mess with the drinks and now they make it a desert in here and they call it a game...

[Every word is punctuated with a bitter, broken note, the blond practically ripping the buckles off his boots as he unfastens them and kicks them onto the floor.]

[codecmoment]

UH.

YOU'RE DOING WELL SO FAR.

[ help ]

[menially]

[Another broken sob of a laugh, his elbows planted back onto the table with his hands rubbing stiffly through his hair.]

No! No, I'm not, Otacon! Who the hell even knows!

[Hahahahaha ;A;]

[codecmoment]

IT'S OKAY, UH, KEEP.

DOING THAT.

I GUESS.