the question tumbles, and keeps falling -- it doesn't stir a chord or strike some end in the darkness that seems to stretch behind all his shallow memories. abruptly he claps a hand to his hair, rumples it back in a furious scrub of a sweep. ]
I don't know. It --
[ shiro, wry and bright-eyed with caffeine, gaze drifting a little lower than his eyes. the clank of boots on railing. plucking at grease seeped into the corner of a sleeve. a sun-wide grin: thought we could go for a ride. ]
Maybe. I can't -- remember where mine came from. All I know's that you were there.
[ it isn't quite memory that's got him this time -- there's no excuse for the way he's leaned over to catch shiro's arm, as if proximity could answer what time and shiro haven't. ]
It sounds right. I know I wanted to show you something.
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the question tumbles, and keeps falling -- it doesn't stir a chord or strike some end in the darkness that seems to stretch behind all his shallow memories. abruptly he claps a hand to his hair, rumples it back in a furious scrub of a sweep. ]
I don't know. It --
[ shiro, wry and bright-eyed with caffeine, gaze drifting a little lower than his eyes. the clank of boots on railing. plucking at grease seeped into the corner of a sleeve. a sun-wide grin: thought we could go for a ride. ]
Maybe. I can't -- remember where mine came from. All I know's that you were there.
[ it isn't quite memory that's got him this time -- there's no excuse for the way he's leaned over to catch shiro's arm, as if proximity could answer what time and shiro haven't. ]
It sounds right. I know I wanted to show you something.