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Junpei Yoshino, 19

"If there was a button that killed everyone I hated, I probably wouldn't press it ... but if there was a button that killed everyone who hated me, I'd press it without hesitation."

 

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[moondregs]

[ He was up anyway. Answering, wide awake. ]

Where are you now? Are you already back home safe?

[wrackful]

Yeah. Would've let you know sooner, but I got kind of tunnel vision coming out of there.

[moondregs]

Ah, okay.

[ Even amazing kisses aren’t worth navigating the woods at night. He snuggles down into his blankets. ]

How did it go?

[wrackful]

Totally fine. Absolutely nothing happened.

[The tone's more frustrated than disappointed. That he'd been worried, wound up, scared, and it might as well have been another night in the tavern kitchen.]

[moondregs]

Maybe that’s the game.

[ Because there’s always a game. He’s sure of it. ]

Wind you up. Make you afraid.

[ Make those of us who care about you feel as wound up and afraid. ]

Keep you in a state of unease. Playing with her food.

[wrackful]

[Murphy can be as cynical as the best of them, but:]

Come on, Junpei, me? I wouldn't make much of a meal for her.

[moondregs]

Why else you, then? There has to be a reason.

[wrackful]

[There's a pause. The sense almost of a sigh. Murphy reluctantly crossing into a mindset he doesn't normally touch when he's with Junpei.]

Look, I'm not disagreeing with you on that, but I didn't get enough from today to even make a guess. And trust me, jumping to conclusions can be as risky as taking everything on face value.

[moondregs]

[ All right, he’ll turn down the heat on his protectiveness for tonight. ]

I’m just glad you’re okay.

[wrackful]

Yeah, me too.

[He wonders if it's ever going to stop being this difficult, accepting that other people give a crap about him.]

Come by for lunch tomorrow, let me make something for you.

[moondregs]

I’d … really enjoy that.

[ It’s impossible for him to hide the warmth and excitement in his voice, can you picture the way he’s grinning to himself Murphy? All nestled in his blankets? ]

[wrackful]

[He absolutely can, and it's that image as much as the agreement that has him smiling to himself.]

I'll see you then. [A little push through the connection, sensation, the brush of lips over his cheek.] Night, Junpei.