[Tatsuma goes silent for a while at that. Because he is used to being alone, is used to finding ways to keep himself busy when there's no one else around.
Is used to painting to fill that silence, that emptiness.
But eventually...]
...I don't talk much when I paint. [Out of habit - there's seldom someone to talk to, unless he's specifically spending time with friends.] That's okay?
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Is used to painting to fill that silence, that emptiness.
But eventually...]
...I don't talk much when I paint. [Out of habit - there's seldom someone to talk to, unless he's specifically spending time with friends.] That's okay?
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[ he's not going to force tatsuma to talk if he doesn't want to but he'll be there when tatsuma does. ]
I'll tell you some jokes as well.
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[There's the sound of movement on his side - the creak of the bed as he stands up.]
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[ oh boy here we go ]
Knock knock.
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Who's there?
[Clattering, now; he's collecting his supplies.]
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Honeydew.
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[And off he goes, phone tucked between the side of his face and his shoulder.]
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[ don't drop your phone from laughing ]
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I hear that a lot.
[He even manages to get himself to sound a little bit smug through his admittedly poor mood.]
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[ tatsuma's his man. no one gets to sway his man ]
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[He's no cheater - he hasn't even kissed anyone else.]
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That's good. If your answer was a little different, I would send over Kohryu right now to get some dinner.
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