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Post by Daimon Darren on May 19, 2018 20:20:07 GMT -4
After a rescue class rich in emotion, particularly in the aftermath, it was time for a well-deserved lunch. Darren’s stomach loudly approved of the motion as the delinquent was making his way to a fast-food shop outside the school with his new acquaintance, the redhead with the big personalities. It was too long-winded to be her proper nickname, he thought, but what with the girl’s actual personality, he didn’t have time to think up one of his dumb nicknames.
They changed out of their gym clothes and into their uniforms earlier. Darren had left his jacket precariously slung on the back of his chair, so precariously that it had already fallen on the floor. He didn’t care much for it anyway and wore his uniform shirt like a delinquent would: untucked, sleeves folded so his forearms were free, his collar open and his tie nowhere to be seen.
She did tell him her quirk came with quite the appetite in that rescue class, and he said he’d take her up on the challenge, so there they were walking side-to-side in the streets of Musutafu, the weirdly-named town that hosted their brand new school. It was quite a small city by Japanese standards, probably chosen for its cheap land and relative proximity to Tokyo. Darren was getting impatient and his stomach was getting louder with its protests.
“Is it gonna be much longer? I know you’re afraid of losing, but don’t you chicken out now.” |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 19, 2018 20:38:23 GMT -4
Similarly excited for some food especially since they had a short walk to work up an appetite, and Yumi had actually used her power before midday for the first time in a fair while, she was even idly rubbing her stomach as she thought about the nice delicious sandwhich she was gonna have...multi layered meats, maybe a meatball...oh they did nice moist cookies there for desert too...god that sounded good.
Luckily for her the walk wasn't half naked either as both of them had time to change. She actually gave her hair a brief but effective brush as she changed, coming back out in something akin to his, more more for comfort and maybe a small sense of fashion. She had her tie but it was basically done in a small, loose knot that hung as low as the three undone buttons left the neckline of her shirt. Similarly untucked her own shirt hung over her ruffled skirt, her thigh highs at least meaning she was showing off less skin, though she did roll her sleeves up to her elbows to let her arms catch the breeze.
"Hold your horses it ain't far, just gotta look out for the siiiiign..." She had been here before, but not enough to be entirely sure of her way. Catching brown sign with some white letters etched onto it, she pointed it out and reached back with her other hand to take Darren's wrist, so hungry that she was guiding him into a light jog, rushing up and all but pressing herself against the glass panel between her and all the meats and cheeses she could choose for her sandwhich.
"MMmm it all looksfresh today..." She turned her head back to him, bust still lightly pressed into the glass, her perky butt pushing her skirt out behind her, the young part timer trying very hard not to stare down her top. "What you thinking of?~ I think I'm gonna go with a ham and turkey....oooh but meatballs look so tempting today...~"
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 20, 2018 14:47:58 GMT -4
Funnily enough, the both of them wore their uniforms the same way from the waist up: open shirt untucked shirt with folded-over sleeves. And with the pair’s demeanor and manners of speech, they really looked and sounded like a couple of delinquents. Or a delinquent couple, suggested Darren’s subconscious, rearing its ugly head. Shut up the fuck up, answered Darren’s and his brain in perfect harmony.
Darren’s subconscious wasn’t done, however, and he was about to get a major assist from Yumi. The girl finally found the sign she was talking about. She pointed at it, grabbed Darren’s wrist and began running towards the shop. See? Totally like a delinquent couple, smugly commented the boy’s subconscious. Darren ran beside the redhead, a little embarrassed, a lot giddier that a girl was dragging him by the arm for the first time.
When they got inside the shop, his subconscious only got more assists thrown his way, as Yumi pressed her chest against the glass, much to the mixed enjoyment and desperation of the part-time employee who welcomed them in. One mistake and management would be on his ass. Darren couldn’t help but glance at her behind. It was a nice behind, and she seemed to like putting it on display while considering her options aloud.
“Of course you’d want meatballs,” blurted Darren, his subconscious now firmly in command. To the protestations of Darren’s brain and himself, it only answered ‘Y’all a bunch of prudes, let me take charge or we’re never getting anywhere’. He saw the clerk give him a sideways look. Ignoring it, Darren's subconscious placed an order that for once, every facet of Darren’s personality agreed upon: the triple-decker fried chicken burger with extra bacon and cheese. He waited expectantly for his red-headed partner to place her own order and, his brain and subconscious having reached a temporary ceasefire with the prospect of food -- lots and lots of cheap but oh-so-good food -- looming on the horizon. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 21, 2018 10:39:36 GMT -4
Yumi wiggled her hips a little as she got excited over her potential order. She could have a footlong ham and turkey, or maybe a burger...oh and if she got a burger there was probably a good meal deal to go with it. As Darren walked up to make his own order, the comment took a second to register, but she swiftly stood up beside him and elbowed his side lightly, glaring at him playfully and even adding in an extra hip bump halfway through her next sentence. "Oh shut up you. If anything you shoulda made that joke when I ordered some sausage.~" Of course with the part-time employee tugging at his collar, she giggled and waved off his nervousness. "Sorry, I'll just-" She playfully ran her fingers along her lips, zipping up.
As Darren made his own order, Yumi licked her lips and thought on her own...oh but his sounded soooo good though...yeah. Yeah she totally wanted that..."Actually make that a double. Oh! And a footlong ham and turkey with grilled cheese and mayonaise to go." She smiled to Darren and rested her hands behind her back. "Something for me to nibble on on the way home. A niiiice footlong...~" She licked her lips a little, picturing that nice, warm sandwhich oozing with warm mayonaise and melted cheese...
When the order for each of them was ready, Yumi would pull out her wallet with the intent of paying for them both, holding up a card between two of her fingers and flicking her eyes to Darren again. "You fancy anything else? They do some good cookies if you want a desert."
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 21, 2018 19:58:33 GMT -4
He was almost getting used to being elbowed playfully now, but the butt-bump was a new one. It caused another one of Darren’s organs to wake up, but the three others unanimously agreed to keep him out of the decision room. There was no trusting this guy with any kind of important decisions. Men were known to fail when thinking through this particular part of their anatomy.
For the sake of clarity, perhaps it should be explained how Darren’s mind works. As is the case for every human, his consciousness is a complicated thing made up of the interactions of thousands of neurons, and transcribing it to text is therefore difficult. As we will be using a representation of Darren’s mind as a decision room, for now featuring himself, his brain, and his subconscious, with that other organ banging at the door.
I am fully aware this is an extremely weird image which makes little to no sense anatomically speaking.
Oh no, what do we do? said his subconscious in an ironic voice -- it is hard to follow what happens in Darren's head and I am transcribing the best I can, okay -- If we let her pay, we won’t be seen as manly and cool and good! -That’s true, but we save money, said his brain, ever the sly one. Fuck, so what do we do? said the Darren in Darren’s head.
I warned you. The inside of a sixteen years old boy's head is a complicated place, and even more so when it's trying to figure out how to girl.
Darren’s subconscious snickered. Don’t you idiots see I'm fucking with you? She’s like that with everyone. -What? answered Darren and his brain. -You idiots need to wake up and stop playing straight in her hands. You need to friendzone her, dumbasses. -But what if we get some? protested another organ of Darren’s that I’m sure you’ll guess which one through the door. -That’s the point, idiot, we won’t ever get any if we play lapdog. We gotta play it cool. Darren and his brain acquiesced. It sounded like a good plan to the dumbasses.
Snapping from this messy internal debate, the blondie decided he’d try to friendzone the girl, all in the name of trying to get some. All this thinking for this.
Sixteen years old boys are idiots, and Darren was certainly no exception.
It wasn’t gonna go well, like most of Darren’s ill-conceived plans. He tried to play it cool that the girl was paying, saying next time was on him. “Add a coke and a shit ton of fries, biggy sauce,” he added in what he hoped sounded like an indifferent tone.
When their order arrived, his task was made a little easier. The triple-decker, six-steaks, all-American monstrosity with extra bacon and cheese required all of his attention and burger-eating skill to be eaten without falling apart miserably. The sexy-and-she-knows-it attitude of the girl sitting in front of him was completely off his mind as he worked methodically around the burger, somehow holding it all together. It was almost too big for his hands, and Darren had big hands for a Japanese person.
He wolfed down the thing impressively quickly. The morning exercise had him work quite the appetite. In the end, his hands were full of sauce. It was inevitable. He wiped them on the generous supplies of paper towels the place thankfully provided. He washed down the burger with a can of coke, and since opening a can was a much simpler task than holding the thing he was eating together, he thought he’d say something to further his idiotic plan. He raised the can of coke in a toast -- after having gulped down half of it.
“To friendship and greasy food!” he said with a smile that wanted to be confident. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 22, 2018 10:00:15 GMT -4
Yumi tilted her head as Darren seemed to pause at her offer of some more food, wondering what was going through his head. Unlike him she didn't really have much of a personal conflict in all of this. As a pretty free and generous spirit, her own mind was much more simple to explain. Pretty much imagine the movie inside out, except the only emotions Yumi actually had were Fear and Joy and the other 3 were tied up in the corner making muffled sounds as Joy ran the controls and Fear made idle paranoid comments in the back, usually drowned out by Joy's incoherent ramblings of everything she wanted to do and experience.
As for right now, the moment he asked for a coke and fries, her inner joy piped right the hell up. 'Oh we want fries! And a coke! oooh it's so hot today. Extra ice get extra ice' 'but we might get a brain fre-' 'BUT ITS HOOOOOOOOOT'. Of course she ended up going with Joy and, with a bright peppy smirk, pulled out an extra note to cover everything. "Two fries and two cokes, oh, but can I get mine in a cup with ice please?~ Thank you-" She paused, leaning over the counter a bit, inadvertently squeezing her bussom between her arms as she leaned in to read the boys name-tag, only making him squirm further before she bounced back into place with a bright smile. "Tomeki~"
When they had their order, after poor Tomeki had spilled the first drink he'd tried to pour, Yumi sipped on the straw she'd taken from the counter as she carried their tray back to a table. Yumi was...more than a little intimidated by the size of the burger now that she had it, not that she wouldn't finish it, she totally would, but unlike the boy sitting opposite her her hands weren't exactly huge, and, after picking it up and feeling the layers slip and slide for the 4th time, she grumbled and stood up, grabbing a knife and fork and tackling it a cut at a time. It was still tasty but...on some level it just wasn't as satisfying. With bite after bite she was getting a few specks of BBQ sauce on her cheeks, though she clearly wasn't noticing it much, just taking another sip of her drink as Darren made his toast, smirking and lifting her cup to meet his can.
"To new friends, and a great year of badass hero school ahead!~"
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 22, 2018 14:33:07 GMT -4
The poor clerk was a shambling mess who failed to fill the cup on the first try. Darren pitied the guy a little. Right now, they were in the same situation; he just had more experience with Yumi’s Yumi-ness. Her yumminess, you mean, snickered his subconscious.
He was done with his burger before the girl was, so he had time to observe her. She was making a mess of it and had to resolve herself to eat it with a fork and knife like a weak-ass bitch. As he readied his best smug face to make fun of her, something hit him.
Right now, with barbecue sauce splattered all over her cheeks, and despite the other image it inspired him, she looked just like a normal girl struggling with her burger. The fog cleared from his mind. His subconscious, his brain and himself came out of the war room to meet the rest of his organs, who were outside protesting the dumb decisions the trio was making for the rest of them.
The revolution happened peacefully, the old leaders pardoned and a committee of Darren’s organs was now in power. The Circulatory System Trade Union’s representative (CSTU for short) brought up the issue that the red blood cell laborers couldn’t fulfill the needs of both his actual brain and his man’s brain down below. There were complains from the stomach as well, tired of being tied in a knot, and the Peripheral Nervous System Worker's Confederation (or PNSWC) agreed that his nerves were getting overworked.
After an intense debate -- which only lasted long enough for Darren to eat exactly nine fries IRL -- time works different inside Darren’s head and is also measured in fries, apparently -- it was agreed that this attempt at smashing was taking too much of a toll on Darren to be worth it. Despite the vehement protestations of Darren’s noodle, the motion was carried that the adolescent would stop making these idiotic plans and just be himself.
Being himself, then, was still making his best smug face and telling his redheaded friend: “What’s this? Talking shit and eating burgers with a fork and knife?” |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 22, 2018 15:04:55 GMT -4
As darren had his nine fry internal debate, Yumi just tried to finish her meal. She was still confident in her ability to eat it all, though she would have to discharge at least twice before bed to work it off, the only issue was she didn't have as big a mouth as Darren to devour it so quickly. Plus, it was kinda heavy. As fit as she was it was mainly artificial, which meant that as much toned muscle as she had, she wasn't actually all that strong. Hot, but not so strong. Not that she'd ever complain, it was an awesome 'side effect' of her power.~
With just about two fork fulls of her burger left, she grabbed a handful of napkins and started wiping her face clean, wondering what Darren was thinking as she gazed back at him with wide eyes of her own, kinda curious if he was just day dreaming or thinking of something to say...ah well. He looked comfortable enough, not like he was struggling over an idea or anything...actually maybe a little? Not enough to worry about at least. Placing her napkins down they were caked in sauce, but her cheeks still glistened in the right light, like, you couldn't see the sauce normally, but at the right angle the light shimmered off a bit of her skin that'd still be a tad sticky.
"Oh come on it was huge!~" She snickered and rolled her eyes, putting one of the last bites on her fork, and poking his nose with it in a way that got a bit of the spilled sauce from the bun onto his nose, before sticking it right into her mouth and swallowing it up. "Not all of us have a big mouth like yours, I mean, I guess you have practice, sticking your foot in it so much.~" She teased, remembering how he seemed to fumble over his words the first time they met.
"Seriously though, it was pretty damn tasty.~" Without much warning, she leaned over the table, biting one of the fries he was lifting and giggling as she chewed on it, holding out one of her own fries so it was a fair trade before he could make some snarky complaint.
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 22, 2018 18:44:27 GMT -4
Darren was sure of it now. Yumi was like this with everyone: him, his fellow students, random part-time clerks, you name it. With his newfound peace of mind, he figured he didn’t have to be embarrassed at all.
Of course, Darren was still 16 years old and a virgin, so it was easier thought than done.
Nonetheless, the blonde boy was regaining his usual confidence, and the shitposting engine in the back of his mind was running hot. The way the girl wiped the sauce from her face, and the way she still had a bit of sauce making her skin glisten reminded him of something he might find late at night on a video from a well-known website with a black and yellow design. He was trying to figure out a joke for it, but the girl gave her an even better opening.
"Oh come on it was huge!~" A thousand jokes came to mind at once. Only a few were good. After a short but bloody battle royale, only one remained. As he was about to say it, however, the girl destabilized him again. The redhead was far from done when it came to embarrassing him, whether it was intentional or not. This time it probably was, as she teased him about his fumbling over his words before.
Quick, a good comeback. The problem was posed to the committee. Darren’s brain, who had been pardoned and welcomed back into the committee, came up with a pretty good one, or at least what it thought was a pretty good one. “The guy with the big mouth and the girl who can’t keep her hands to herself,” he snarked. “What a team we make.”
And then she made a comment on how tasty he was. The survivor of the earlier joke battle royale was mercilessly kicked out in favor of a new one. His mind worked in harmony for a perfect second, and the joke exited his lips right as the girl finished her sentence, before he could even think about the fact that she was leaning towards him. “Huge and tasty, hmm?” he said with a smirk and a knowing look. The joke hit home just as she was biting on his fry.
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 22, 2018 19:19:31 GMT -4
Yumi snickered and giggled a little at his initial come back, thinking her play on words was pretty clever, but his own little quip was pretty cute...though it did give her a little idea. She was still worried the boundaries between them was a little higher than when they'd first met just because of the accident with his zipper, buuut this was a nice, playful excuse to see if they were back to being fairly casual again, rather than being nervous about what she had to do around him.
Casually as he continued to speak, she just pushed on the heel of each of her shoes with her other foot, easing the school shoes off her feet so carefully so they didn't make much noise when they landed, humming along to her own thoughts as she heard him speak, giggling at his second quip. "Ooooh yeah. I love 'em big and packed with flavor.~" She gave a playful, exagerated lick of her lips before scooching her chair a little further into the table. She had her own 'quip' to make, but wondered if it was even best said aloud...nah. It was much better if he could just infer it...
Carefully, her bare footed legs slipped along under the table, and just innocently hooked around one of his calves, tugging him a little more into the table and sticking her tongue out as she rested her chin on her hands, her cheeky gaze trying to convey a small idea.
'I ain't just HANDSy~'
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 23, 2018 17:18:49 GMT -4
The CSTU (Circulatory System Trade Union -- try to follow) laborers gladly worked a double shift under this new management of Darren’s. It was very much needed too, cause the Occipital Confederations headquarters, named after the occipital cortex in which much of the sensory information was processed, had every red-flashing tympan-bursting girl alarm blaring, which only caused his euphemistically-named 'man brain’ to get all to more excited.
Perhaps it should be explained why Darren’s mind is such a mess as well. If the human mind is a society, then the paralimbic system is the law enforcement of the mind, tasked with emotion processing, goal setting, motivation, and self-control. Being a psychopath through and through, however, he had the misfortune -- or maybe fortune, as psychopaths tend to be happy about their condition -- to have an underdeveloped paralimbic system.
I’m sure learning about the blondie’s poor emotional processing and self-control capabilities will shed some light on his behavior and why is mind has such a… ‘messy organization’, shall we say.
In any case, the reports were piling up on the war room’s table, in which the Committee of Darren’s Mind was assembled. The girl was hooking her long legs around Darren’s calve, and the sensory system absolutely loved it. Darren’s imagination was utterly useless in this meeting, scribbling pictures of the redhead’s legs on a corner of the table, and other kinds of pictures too, which are probably best not described.
Taking advantage of the confusion, the red tide launched a final, desperate counteroffensive on Darren’s cheek, aiming to turn them red with… Well, blood. That’s how blushing worked, after all.
It was the D-Day of Darren’s mind. After a long, hard-fought, bloody battle, the Committee of Darren’s Mind snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Enough advances had been made in the real world second -- 0.67 fries -- it lasted for that Darren’s face flushed a little, but the adolescent got it under control. The war room’s integrity had been preserved, so the Committee had time to work on a reaction to the girl playing footsies under the table.
It was the first time in Darren’s short existence that he had to react to such a thing, too. He hoped with every fiber of his being, and every fiber of his being hoped with him that it was the right thing to say. He was doing his best to keep looking at her in the eyes, but some radical elements in Darren’s ocular globes momentarily took control of Darren’s extraocular muscles, and his gaze shifted down for an instant before he could right himself.
In this moment, every single of one of Darren's ocular nerves sent a unified message of joy and mutual understanding.
The radical elements were finally arrested by the boy’s weak paralimbic system, but it was worth it. They had seen what every man’s ocular nerves wished to see, and they would die happy. The rest of them, innocent but having benefited from their act nonetheless, formed a guard of honor on their way out. They would later send a joint plead for clemency, as they all came to believe no ocular nerve should be faulted for wanting to see some boobies.
Doing his best to not let himself be distracted by his own slip-up, Darren said: “Honestly, at this point, I wonder more about what you aren’t.” He made it sound as suggestive as he could, remembering his father’s advice. In the 42 years old rock n’ roll tour manager’s own poetic words, 'Bitches love a guy who ain't ashamed of his dick.'
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 26, 2018 6:08:15 GMT -4
Smirking playfully as he made his little comment, she made a tender little giggle before pulling her own legs back, reaching over to take one of his fries, or really more like three as she just took whatever got pinched between her fingers, shoveling them into her mouth with a tender little hum of delight. "Ya know I can't tell if you get cuter when you're flustered or when you try and be witty with me.~ Either way, you're definitely a delight to be around.~"
Making sure she finished the scraps of her own meal, slipping her feet back into her shoes too, enjoying the last of her own fries and even unwrapping the sandwhich she'd planned to eat on the way back. She was starting to feel a little full, but she knew she'd probably burn it all off when she had to use her power in class later. "So, how about we cut back on the flirting a little and-" She interupted herself to take a big bite of the sandwhich, wiping some of the spilled mayonaise off her cheek. "Why don't we get to actually know eachother a bit? Like er..." She tapped her feet, thinking of a question before coming to a conclusion after another bite. "Mhy dunt yoo tull meh aboot mhy-" Swallow. "You came to Yuuei?~"
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 27, 2018 12:11:52 GMT -4
She stole more fries as she pulled her legs back. Darren was a little disappointed. Now that he was getting used to it, the physical contact was rather nice. His ego was stroked in both the right and wrong directions when she said in rapid succession that he “got flustered”, “tried” to be witty and finally that he was a delight to be around.
The last one struck him, so much that he only answered with a smile before he raised his can to his lips, as if to hide that that last compliment got him pensive. VERY few people told him he was any sort of delight, even indirectly so. They were usually the bouncers at the concerts organized by his dad or fellow delinquents, telling him he was a “worthy opponent” or a “fun kid”. He didn’t really see what exactly made her say that. Most people just saw him as a crazy, violent asshole, and simply avoided him.
In the headquarters of his mind, they were debating the same thing. Despite his brain’s musings, his teenage body was still very much trying to get some, and what trying to determine what made the girl say he was a delight as well, though the intentions weren’t so pure -- they were taking it as a signal that whatever he was doing was working. The motion was carried to keep going with Dad’s advice, and a note made that he wasn’t always talking out of his ass.
His reflexion was interrupted by the girl’s new question. Wait, go back, said someone on the Committee. “Cut back on the flirting”? Was it a bad sign? A good one that they were flirting in the first place? Did the girl consider that flirting? Even if she did it with everyone? Was she the kind of person who flirted with everyone then?
So many questions, too many to think. He shook them off and decided to focus on another advice of his father’s he remembered. Namely, that it was better to look like you didn’t give enough fucks than looking like you gave too much.
Darren’s rather flowery language might be finding its origins in more than his delinquent past.
“Why I came to UA?” A tough question to answer honestly for him, but he was apparently a delight. Fuck it, he thought. You wanna see Darren? The genuine article? Here it is. “I’m a fight nut. I loved it ever since I beat the crap of two older kids picking on me in my first year of middle school.” He shrugged. “It was that, become a pro boxer or join the army. Too much rules in the last two, so there I am.” He conveniently silenced the fact that he was pushed into the school by what he considered to be a lame-ass pro hero with a stupid costume. Self-image is all-important to adolescents, after all. |
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Post by Yumi Tasukai on May 27, 2018 12:21:58 GMT -4
Leaning over the table she offered her full attention ass she got her answer, it was unique in it's own way but given what little experience she had of Darren it seemed fairly fitting, leading her to chuckling a little with a playful smirk. So he just wanted to fight? Here she was just wanting to learn how to control her quirk. Maybe it wasn't just her coming to the hero school for reasons other than, directly, being a hero. Then again, she supposed that title had lost a lot of it's meaning ever since it had become an official job title of sorts...
"Well to each their own I guess...though did you think about the fact you're gonna be an icon to kids and stuff? I mean, sure, not every hero is a celebrity, but you're basically gonna be in the public eye constantly. You might get some good fights in, but you're gonna have to be careful you don't go over the top...eh. So long as you're happy though right?~" She genuinely didn't seem too offput by his nature. In a sense he wasn't hurting anyone who didn't deserve it in the end, so it's not like there was anything wrong with it.
"I didn't exactly sign up to specifically be a hero either myself, so I'm hardly one to judge..."
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Post by Daimon Darren on May 27, 2018 14:18:34 GMT -4
God damn it, and here you go blabbering about us and not even thinking to ask ‘How about you?’, said Darren’s brain to Darren’s mouth. The delinquent was quite self-centered, as was fitting of psychopaths.
Again, Yumi gave him an answer he wasn’t used to. Most people, and a lot of his fellow students, recoiled at the mention of his reasons for heroism. Well, ‘heroism’. The word was losing a lot of it’s meaning lately, turning into a job more than an ideal. It bothered Darren a little, who grew up on superhero movies like most kids, but he didn’t think about it too much. Or maybe he didn’t want to.
He shrugged again about the girl’s remarks. “I could have been a villain too.” He snickered. “I guess I can be a living ‘stay in school’ ad. Like those ads for the army, yknow?” She really didn’t seem that bothered. He considered for a second whether he should answer her compliment about being a cool person to hang with in kind. He certainly thought it, but remembering his father’s advice through the lenses of his sixteen years old mind, he decided against it. Look like you don’t give a fuck, right?
Girls were too goddamn complicated.
He sighed mentally as she half-mentioned her own reasons as if to remind him he didn’t ask. It’s not that they’re complicated, it’s that you’re a dumbass, his subconscious told him. Shut the fuck up, answered Darren. “What about you then? What’s your big anime backstory?” |
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