make amends

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make amends

Remember that terrible shit you did? Time to make it right. Ish.

Top Level with the start of your apology(ies). Public or private. In person or over txt.

Well That Was Awkward ↦ Maybe you’re nervous. Awe struck. Tongue tied. Just a little socially awkward. Whatever. This is going to be bumpy.
Total Catastrophe ↦ You fucked up so hard with this one there might not be any coming back from it.
Not Again ↦ You know this wasn’t the first time. This is kind of your MO.
Sorry Not Sorry ↦ Maybe you’re prideful. Maybe you really aren’t to blame. Either way, this only debatably qualifies as an apology at all.
Wildcard ↦ You know what you did.

Comment to see where their sorry song goes. Maybe it’s an apology you didn’t know you had coming, maybe it’s long overdue, completely unnecessary or anything else. Whether or not you’re feeling forgiving is up to you.

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[ Well...does he?

Okuyasu thinks about being trapped in a house with Keicho and his dad. He thinks about the way Keicho always talked about it - being caught, kept a prisoner until he could figure out a way to cut their ties from each other. Keicho's search for something to sever his remaining tie to their father had been enough to sever his remaining ties with Okuyasu himself, in the end.

'Do you think it's so simple?' ]

I know it's not supposed to be. [ His voice isn't steady, but he isn't shouting anymore, either. He feels like he just hit a wall while running, like even his adrenaline can't quite get him over the next hill. ] But why shouldn't it be, if you ignore everyone yelling at you that it's a bad idea.

[ The city below them keeps making its usual background noise - traffic, occasional shouts. It keeps the silence from really taking root, but it still knots anxiety further into Okuyasu's chest. ] What the hell's the point of being around at all if we're always trapped, right? [ He scratches the back of his neck, wants to close the gap between them but isn't sure how. Instead he just keeps lingering a few feet away, edges towards the ledge where Nishiki still stands. ]

[yashin]

[ He's apparently burnt himself out, like a baby left to cry.

He's not sure he should be relieved. The anger is easier to deal with than what Nishikiyama's inviting upon himself by continuing this line of questioning, this bartering with the nature of what's happened to him. The appeal for something impossible, bartering against a rot that's extended its hold far too deep to be argued with or cut out.

Overpoweringly puerile, from anybody else. If it were Kiryu standing before him, arguing for whatever human piece was left of his heart, he'd shut his ears and terminate the conversation here. Kiryu's words on the matter wouldn't be worth hearing. Why are this boy's?

Nishikiyama falls still as he listens, tries to find rejuvenation in his childish idealism. Had the world ever been so simple for him? Had ignoring the cage he stepped into as a boy ever been an option?

His hand slips into his breast pocket, and returns with a cigarette case. He takes a smoke and retrieves his lighter - a strange thing nowadays. He can't remember the last time someone else wasn't ready with one for him. ]

And if you were me, Okuyasu, [ He sparks his lighter and sucks the flame through his cigarette, then snaps it shut. ] how would you manage this escape?

[ He could indulge in this childish fantasy just a little while longer. He has time. ]