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jun "secretary bimbo" oda ([personal profile] jizzedinmypants) wrote in [community profile] ercookies 2020-12-01 12:54 pm (UTC)

[ Shit. Oda nearly hisses under his breath. Again and again, he keeps fucking up, each and every time, after every chance. Maybe it's telling that this is how things should be, for as long as he's going to keep self-deprecating himself and putting his foot in his mouth.

He exhales deep and heavy through his nose.

'I would've been whatever you wanted me to be.'

His eyes shut for a moment. Deep breath. ]


I'm sorry, I... that was uncalled for.

[ Oda descends, bends in a prompt bow, eyes to the ground where he sees that cigarette continuing to burn idly. He should stomp it out, but he wants it to keep burning, longer and longer, as long as it can, until it snuffs out in time. Just like him. As long as he can, for as long as he can let this drag out, until whatever light Tachibana sees in him fades away... that's what he wants. ]

Please, allow me to be your friend. One more time— [ The word "boss" nearly rolls off of his tongue but he knows there's no point. It doesn't make any sense, not when they're not holding onto those titles, not right now. The way things used to be. Slowly, his lips form around the syllables, like his first spoken word. ]

Tachibana.

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