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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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[ghostface]

a few times, here and there.

( mostly to tell danny to behave himself. )

quentin was a very special case.

[moondregs]

[ He’ll pretend to move on from the House portion of the conversation while actually tucking it away to ruminate over later. ]

I’m sure.

I’m grateful for your help bringing Murphy back. It doesn’t erase everything else. But I’m grateful.

[ghostface]

( )

have you seen him since he rezzed? ( . . . ) how is he?

[moondregs]

Still not conscious. I go over to sit with him when I’m not working. Hoping maybe I’ll be there when he wakes up.

[ There’s some hesitancy to be too vulnerable around Danny. But he pushes that aside. ]

[ghostface]

( yeah, that's an impending reckoning danny's still waiting to settle. after a few minutes: )

you're a good boy, junpei.

[moondregs]

[ Ping! ]

I’m an adult. Not a boy.

[ghostface]

sure. but "you're a good adult" just doesn't hit the same, does it?

[moondregs]

Good ‘person’ tends to be how people who aren’t creeps say it.

And I just owe him a lot. Thats all.

[ghostface]

kinda seems like you love him.

[moondregs]

We don’t really use that word much where I come from.

But, yeah. I do.

[ghostface]

don't use it much where i'm from, either.

( certainly not with his father, or even his grandaddy. he only needs two hands to track the number of times he's ever said it to anyone: six times with quentin, twice with john, once as a hormonal teenager with a fat tittied girl who wouldn't let him fuck her or her fat titties unless he kissed those words into her mouth, and once at 22 — two murders under his belt, so many more on the way — with a soft-eyed boy danny thought he could maybe learn how to love, if he tried hard enough. if he tried hard enough, he'd get it right eventually. if he tried hard enough, he'd feel sorry someday. he tried and tried, over tabletops and against dirty dive bar walls and on top of the sun-warmed hoods of honda accords, rabbiting his dick into anyone who would take him. can't turn cum into love, turns out.

never in the fog. there was no love allowed for anyone in the fog. the entity ate that, too. )

offer still stands. you know where to find me if you want me to make a trophy out of someone's dick.

( he also takes requests! )