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Date: 2019-01-23 02:57 pm (UTC)"Right. Well. Maybe you ought to find me when you actually don't intend to be distant, how's that?"
He was, after all, hurt. And when Draco Malfoy(-Valentino) felt hurt, he got snappy. Because that was definitely the best way to deal with emotions.
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Date: 2019-01-25 01:46 pm (UTC)He's sorry he just doesn't feel like... anything. He can't even be mad or pissed. Everything is fine or can be rectified later, at least in his mind. If Draco was upset, Draco was upset. The end.
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Date: 2019-01-25 03:45 pm (UTC)"That doesn't even make sense," he pointed out in a miserable mumble, the snappishness leaving him. "You can't find me when I deem you acceptable because you won't be around to know when I deem you acceptable. Also, that's a stupid phrase." He opened his mouth to continue but paused, the words faltering and failing him; everything he thought of sounded stupid in return: You're always acceptable. Or some variant thereof.
He closed his mouth again, sighing softly out of his nose, simply continuing to regard Tsukikage with that sad face.
we should try wrap up so psls
Date: 2019-01-28 03:56 am (UTC)The look that is returned is... relaxed and gentle. It's not dismissive but it doesn't have the usual warmth and tenderness that Tsukikage usually has. The man relaxes in his seat.
Everything is fine, his brain says. Nothing is wrong.
But it's not and he's so sorry, Draco.
okok!
Date: 2019-02-01 08:04 pm (UTC)He might have to have a chat with Reira, though. That was definitely on the list.
For now, though, he merely pursed his lips, trying very hard not to cry (for crying in front of someone who Just Didn't Care wasn't worth anything) and nodded. It was a slow little gesture.
"...sure," he mumbled, glancing away slightly. "You know where I'll be, anyway."