(that's the thing, though. shin too allows life to wash him by, but he wants it to be on his own terms. he won't fight, not on his own, he doesn't have the inner strength to do that. to really grab and run with something he wants, because there is no such a thing. he couldn't give a shit about being famous, what he liked were the nights in room 707, drinking silly and making great memories. the rush of the stage, having fun with the people he chose by his side. the warm hug of hachi, when she can. even that slipped through his fingers so quickly.
he's not stupid, he knows exactly what she's doing. being an object of projection is not foreign to him, that's much of what he does, as a musician, as a bought lover. he sees right through her that he spoke to her wound directly. it feels more of her problem than his.
once she's back, she'll find the clues to where he went. his cigarette pack is on the table, and if she looks outside, she'll see the light blue strands in the distance, a cloud of smoke on top of him.)
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Date: 2022-07-20 09:09 pm (UTC)he's not stupid, he knows exactly what she's doing. being an object of projection is not foreign to him, that's much of what he does, as a musician, as a bought lover. he sees right through her that he spoke to her wound directly. it feels more of her problem than his.
once she's back, she'll find the clues to where he went. his cigarette pack is on the table, and if she looks outside, she'll see the light blue strands in the distance, a cloud of smoke on top of him.)