Alright, I just...wanted to let you know... (Lol Summer Ep)

Alright, I just...wanted to let you know... (Lol Summer Ep) Oct 17, 2020 8:57:00 GMT -4

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Post by Beaumont Favager on Oct 17, 2020 8:57:00 GMT -4

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❝

you believed in me when no one else did, not even myself...and for that, i thank you...

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Why did it hurt when he tried to figure things out about Kenji...why did his heart feel like it wanted to sink when he thought of just being friends. Things between them seemed to be changing from when they met all the way up until the zombie apocalypse they survived together. This was supposed to be the opportunity to unwind and relax...but for him it was like he just...he couldn't completely calm himself down and let this be some chill trip like it'd been intended. Instead, apparently Fion didn't feel too comfortable around the red head and...that bothered him a lot. Maybe...no, definitely more than it should for a friend not getting along with another buddy, you know?

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Enough was enough, he spent so many years trying to be passive about problems...it got him nothing but trouble, it seems. Things don't resolve themselves, he needed to try taking more of an initiative and try solving things. Colt was someone he just...god...he was scared to try and talk to him because he wanted space, he didn't want to talk to him about anything. Sitting there in the spring he rented out, eyes and nose just popping up from the water since he was crouched and hugging his knees, he was glad that Fion wasn't upset about him needing to have some private time with Kenji. Resolution was needed, get the air cleared...plus...it was probably for the better to also sort out what they were...

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...apparently, he didn't realize that boys dating boys was considered as practice for when you find the right girl rather than something serious...is that what he was? Practice for the real thing...you know...if they were actually dating...kinda like how it turns out he and Colt were for years but they fell apart. With Colt...he had hopes and dreams of being a team, grow old together...but that shattered and fell apart...it was too late to pick up the pieces and put them back. Now there was this lingering fear that it might turn out like that all over again...he didn't want this if it was going to be a broken record, getting attached only to get pushed away.

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They were so different...

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Yet Kenji seemed to appreciate him anyway, even though he was so boring compared to the fiery haired dare devil...seemed to cherish him for some reason. What were they and did he really have an issue with Fion? He hadn't even been waiting that long at all, but it felt like an eternity and it was feeding into his nervousness...maybe he shouldn't ask. Maybe he shouldn't say anything...maybe he'll ruin it...but...ugh...no...he had to get this figured out, he couldn't back out.

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Alright, I just...wanted to let you know... (Lol Summer Ep) Oct 18, 2020 2:55:37 GMT -4

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Post by Kenji Murano on Oct 18, 2020 2:55:37 GMT -4

GAY PANIC 3: ONSEN EDITION

REALLY, HE SHOULD HAVE BEEN ECSTATIC that Monty had hauled his dumb ass to a private bath. This was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Alone time with Monty? All of his attention? The possibility of holding hands uninterrupted—or more?

Instead, Kenji’s face matched his hair, and something knotted at his stomach. Like he’d eaten some bad gas-station food and was going to be sick. He felt like he was in trouble.

He hadn’t done anything wrong, per se. It wasn’t like he was overtly a dick to Fion. But… Kenji had been staring them down. And he did have kind-of a mean face. And he was kind-of… glaring… at… Fion and Elise and that stupid fucking robot.

But in his defense, he’d been holding hands with Monty! And anyone with Japanese sensibilities wouldn’t hold hands with someone else in front of their friends! Clearly their arrival meant that Kenji would have to keep his hands to himself.

And, just when Kenji had primed himself to take his leave, Monty had ensnared the redhead’s hand and hauled him straight here.

Monty sat like some crocodile low on the water, hugging his knees. Kenji sat opposite of him, head balanced carefully between two stones, gaze skyward, a small frown upon his lips. His posture somewhat mirrored Monty’s in the sense that he was hugging his legs and trying to make himself as small as possible.

To make matters worse, Kenji couldn’t even muster the courage to ditch his trunks and sun-shirt for the private bath, even if there were no prying eyes to see the scars on his arms besides Monty. So he was sitting in a bath with clothes on like a dingus.

Forget even trying to hold hands, when they were by themselves.

His face matched his hair.

This was a special kind of torture.

It was like that night in the Black Sands, but with no circumstances to blame their situation on. This was wholly intentional, fraught with possibilities, and yeah. Kenji still felt sick.

He couldn’t stand the silence, anymore. It was like a goddamn pressure cooker.

“Sorry… I uh… I mean… am I… in trouble?” the redhead finally asked, lifting his head. He was still of the mindset that he’d been hauled away on account of his bad behavior. To think about what he’d done, or whatever. Monty always seemed to be keeping the little imp in-line. Perhaps he was waiting for some indication of Kenji having realized his wrongdoing before they returned to the public bath?

Kenji ran a hand through his hair, dropping his gaze towards his knees as he pretended to itch his head. But eventually his hand fell still, but Kenji kept his head tucked. He was otherwise painfully quiet, too embarrassed to verbalize any further.

“I'm just keeping you from your friends, right?”

Why else would Monty have been so secretive about it? So quiet?

ft. beaumont favager

quirk: friction manip. c-rank speed, range, strength; f-rank street style fighting, f-rank parkour

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MADE BY MINNIE OF FTS + GANGNAM STYLE