( honestly, it's good that march is here. she's always got the task on lock. )
Hold, onna—
( the words are accompanied by him straightening up, the threads of whatever conversation he might've been conjuring unraveling like the softer parts of him always did with time spent around her. still. he didn't need to make more of a fuss than he'd already had, the way her voice had been thick and wet with tears near the tail-end of their argument still fresh in a mind that thumped with a new beat every minute. )
I can make it. I've... done enough, already.
( un-slumped, and with a grunt to pick up that water bottle i completely forgot about that magically got discarded in this thread, he shunts towards the very close opening of his room, only glancing back once a hand is resting on inside of the door's frame. only stopping there to... but what else could he possibly say after that, when they were both so torn up and had made that fact perfectly clear? when the familiar comfort of anger had brewed up inside him, to the point that he...
but he can think on all this later, in the cold hollow of the dark and with his head resting and alone, where he won't make things worse. still, he... he really ought to— )
Sorry.
( apologize. always apologizing. and before he can read the response in march's shoulders, izou looks away, stumbling forward on a foot and beyond. )
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Hold, onna—
( the words are accompanied by him straightening up, the threads of whatever conversation he might've been conjuring unraveling like the softer parts of him always did with time spent around her. still. he didn't need to make more of a fuss than he'd already had, the way her voice had been thick and wet with tears near the tail-end of their argument still fresh in a mind that thumped with a new beat every minute. )
I can make it. I've... done enough, already.
( un-slumped, and with a grunt to pick up that water bottle i completely forgot about that magically got discarded in this thread, he shunts towards the very close opening of his room, only glancing back once a hand is resting on inside of the door's frame. only stopping there to... but what else could he possibly say after that, when they were both so torn up and had made that fact perfectly clear? when the familiar comfort of anger had brewed up inside him, to the point that he...
but he can think on all this later, in the cold hollow of the dark and with his head resting and alone, where he won't make things worse. still, he... he really ought to— )
Sorry.
( apologize. always apologizing. and before he can read the response in march's shoulders, izou looks away, stumbling forward on a foot and beyond. )