("byakuya-sama" is mouthed back to commit the name to memory. getting the sense that this may help him avoid something tragic in the future, jonas ignores the goosebumps spreading up his arms, suppresses a shudder that wants to end at the base of his neck, and listens.
he's heard about this—undoubtedly from poorly-done movies with scripts depicting identity disorders as something to be feared. this is one single case of countless, a fact he'll remind himself of when he has a moment to relax; fukawa remains a real threat at present, every sudden, erratic move giving jonas a thrill.)
I believe you. (it bears repeating and will continue to be until he's found a way out of the situation. still, fukawa's split personality had a point: they will be stuck here together for an indeterminate time. hell or heaven will take them, and maybe that's when they'll part, too.)
I think I just got freaked out because of everything else going on, you know? You... You don't freak me out. (jonas hesitates, height seeming to shrink an inch as his hunch grows more and more pronounced.) No, wait, that's—I'm sorry, you do a little, kind of, but I hear your advice loud and clear, sister. I'm gonna follow it, too, so we're... we're good.
(they aren't, but that's a lesser lie than his previous one.
jonas, desperate for any distraction that'll stop him from bombing this progress by staggering into a sprint for the hills, produces a pack of cigarettes. willing his fingers to stop shaking, not a coward but a boy easily frightened by his current circumstances, two are slid out and held between them. the offering isn't backed by words, but by a tilt of his hand.)
I'm Jonas. You're... Toko, right? I-I remember your name from your profile. I asked a guy if—well, I was trying to figure out Japanese names and, like, he said to just use whatever you guys would prefer, so... is it—would that be the one? "Toko"?
meet-cute idea: fear and anxiety
he's heard about this—undoubtedly from poorly-done movies with scripts depicting identity disorders as something to be feared. this is one single case of countless, a fact he'll remind himself of when he has a moment to relax; fukawa remains a real threat at present, every sudden, erratic move giving jonas a thrill.)
I believe you. (it bears repeating and will continue to be until he's found a way out of the situation. still, fukawa's split personality had a point: they will be stuck here together for an indeterminate time. hell or heaven will take them, and maybe that's when they'll part, too.)
I think I just got freaked out because of everything else going on, you know? You... You don't freak me out. (jonas hesitates, height seeming to shrink an inch as his hunch grows more and more pronounced.) No, wait, that's—I'm sorry, you do a little, kind of, but I hear your advice loud and clear, sister. I'm gonna follow it, too, so we're... we're good.
(they aren't, but that's a lesser lie than his previous one.
jonas, desperate for any distraction that'll stop him from bombing this progress by staggering into a sprint for the hills, produces a pack of cigarettes. willing his fingers to stop shaking, not a coward but a boy easily frightened by his current circumstances, two are slid out and held between them. the offering isn't backed by words, but by a tilt of his hand.)
I'm Jonas. You're... Toko, right? I-I remember your name from your profile. I asked a guy if—well, I was trying to figure out Japanese names and, like, he said to just use whatever you guys would prefer, so... is it—would that be the one? "Toko"?