WHO: March 7th, various WHAT: May catch-all! ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN (hmu up for starters if you'd like anything!) WHERE: All around WHEN: The month of May WARNINGS: None yet!
( that final whisper is a common phrase, but not to izou.
it makes his heart louder in his ears, and if it were at all tangible, he might try to hold it for a sure sign.
"good night, izou."
he rolls over onto his side, trying to imagine the messenger beside him to rest, but it only works him up further. izou, who always figured he should be alone until loneliness didn't hold meaning anymore. izou, who still felt confused in his impatient patience as to where this was going, or if anything was going to come out of it.
he exhales deeply, sure to wrack his mind over the way a simple good night makes him feel until the tense muscles of a killer trained to stay up late finally relax, willing him to sleep. )
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But still, I get it
I'm getting pretty sick of nothing but sand and dryness myself
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not that i need to add to yer load
i can handle it well enough
( ... )
but if i trip up any
i'll come to you
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These special cooling offers don't last forever, you know!
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( another pause, and: )
i'm gonna try at gettin' some sleep
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[ And it seems like that's it, but after a brief period of silence, he'll hear her voice again, just above a whisper. ]
Good night, Izou.
[ And she'll disconnect! ]
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it makes his heart louder in his ears, and if it were at all tangible, he might try to hold it for a sure sign.
"good night, izou."
he rolls over onto his side, trying to imagine the messenger beside him to rest, but it only works him up further. izou, who always figured he should be alone until loneliness didn't hold meaning anymore. izou, who still felt confused in his impatient patience as to where this was going, or if anything was going to come out of it.
he exhales deeply, sure to wrack his mind over the way a simple good night makes him feel until the tense muscles of a killer trained to stay up late finally relax, willing him to sleep. )