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protential) wrote2014-01-01 05:35 am
protential) wrote2014-01-01 05:35 am
a thousand times i wanted to take his hand, and a thousand times i stopped myself.
[Hikaru exhales like he's been holding his breath, far and deep underwater, with no hope of reaching the surface--until the call connects and he's breathing air again.] Hey, [he says--no, he's gasping--and it's the thickest, most insistent hello he's ever managed. He can't seem to keep the sounds to himself; they're falling right out of his mouth.] Hey, Akira! Hey, I know it's pretty loud, but I'm trying to be louder...! [It is Akira, right? Hikaru didn't fuck it up, right? Behind him, all around him, the aural beats of EDM with the bass turned up too high make him feel like his chest is about to cave in any minute. It's an anxious sort of feeling when he's already feeling anxious about whether or not he dialed Akira correctly. The corner of the house he's crouched in is the quietest place he could find all night, and by some miracle it wasn't taken by a couple of annoying-ass partygoers more interested in sucking each other's faces off...
There's a can of beer on the floor, though, already open, probably half-finished, and he reaches for it and picks it up anyway. Since he has no idea how much he already had tonight, he isn't going to start keeping track of it now. But before he takes a sip:]
Now's not a bad time, is it? I just thought--thought I'd be calling you, see how you're... doing, or how you did, you know, with all those fuckin'... exams, you told me about?
[Why he has to hear Akira's results now, right now, right this second, he can't even begin to guess for himself. He just has to know how bad or how good things went, maybe as part of his attempts to be more, like... caring, or some stupid shit... god, this beer is too warm for him, but he's swallowing it anyway.]
There's a can of beer on the floor, though, already open, probably half-finished, and he reaches for it and picks it up anyway. Since he has no idea how much he already had tonight, he isn't going to start keeping track of it now. But before he takes a sip:]
Now's not a bad time, is it? I just thought--thought I'd be calling you, see how you're... doing, or how you did, you know, with all those fuckin'... exams, you told me about?
[Why he has to hear Akira's results now, right now, right this second, he can't even begin to guess for himself. He just has to know how bad or how good things went, maybe as part of his attempts to be more, like... caring, or some stupid shit... god, this beer is too warm for him, but he's swallowing it anyway.]