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cashewlater) wrote2023-02-17 09:53 pm
cashewlater) wrote2023-02-17 09:53 pm
you don't listen anyways; i'll be quiet, i don't really feel like fighting
It's.. fine, Tighnari.
[ it isn't fine. it's never fine, when this happens, and it's always clear, exactly what is going on. cyno's home situation has never been good, never been comfortable, but cyno plows through it, because he has no other choice, because soon, he'll be eighteen, and he won't need to deal with this ever again. though he has no memories of his mother, cyno can't help but think that his father had been a happy man, back then, before she left him alone with a squalling babe. that he hadn't simply given cyno up to the system is a miracle in and of itself, one that cyno's father is always sure to remind him of. he drinks, and slurs, and slams cyno to the wall.
i kept you, when your own mother didn't even want you. you owe me, kid. ]
I just got into a fight. That's all.
[ which isn't necessarily an untruth, even if cyno still feels incredibly guilty keeping the reality of it from tighnari, but what else is there to say? he can't tell him the truth, even if it's as clear as the bruise around his eye. beneath his oversized hoodie, his ribs ache. cyno shifts from foot to foot, where they stand at the entrance to tighnari's home, adjusting his backpack, fiddling with his thick, fluffy hair to better cover his bruised eye. he chews his lower lip, worrying at the golden stud there. ]
Anyway, I'll.. see you tomorrow, yeah?
[ it isn't fine. it's never fine, when this happens, and it's always clear, exactly what is going on. cyno's home situation has never been good, never been comfortable, but cyno plows through it, because he has no other choice, because soon, he'll be eighteen, and he won't need to deal with this ever again. though he has no memories of his mother, cyno can't help but think that his father had been a happy man, back then, before she left him alone with a squalling babe. that he hadn't simply given cyno up to the system is a miracle in and of itself, one that cyno's father is always sure to remind him of. he drinks, and slurs, and slams cyno to the wall.
i kept you, when your own mother didn't even want you. you owe me, kid. ]
I just got into a fight. That's all.
[ which isn't necessarily an untruth, even if cyno still feels incredibly guilty keeping the reality of it from tighnari, but what else is there to say? he can't tell him the truth, even if it's as clear as the bruise around his eye. beneath his oversized hoodie, his ribs ache. cyno shifts from foot to foot, where they stand at the entrance to tighnari's home, adjusting his backpack, fiddling with his thick, fluffy hair to better cover his bruised eye. he chews his lower lip, worrying at the golden stud there. ]
Anyway, I'll.. see you tomorrow, yeah?
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"Yeah, you have me all weekend now," he says, one corner of his mouth quirking upward. "What do you wanna do?"
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"We could just watch movies."
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“Mhm,” Tighnari says and if the other really wants to he’d be happy to drag him into it in the morning. He’d find something that wouldn’t pain him as much.
“What are you in the mood for then?”