I was just...very mad at the world, I guess. My mother stopped coming home after awhile, and the money she left me to pay for things was less and less when she did. My stepfather left before that.
It’s melodramatic. Sob stories like that are a dime a dozen in Japan. But it’s mine, at any rate. I didn’t blame them, but I think part of me wanted to blame someone, at least. So I just made my life harder. It’s one of those things, a cycle, I guess. You do what you’re accustomed to.
[ he speaks very seriously, a little detached too, but a marked difference from the way he usually talks. ]
It is your story, and still an unfortunate and unfair one at that. Many cope with pain in various ways the best they can. You do what you can to ignore it, to find a distraction, though you are aware it shall never entirely go away.
[ He thinks that, perhaps, Yashiro coped in ways he shouldn't have. A lot makes sense now.
The willingness for sex, why he likes older men, why he seems so detached even in his cheerfulness. There must be more there. But he doesn't think he can fathom it let alone ask. Hearing everything Yashiro was forced to go through.
One of many, but, also one too many. ]
It is telling of how dismissive you were of your circumstances and behavior the moment you told me. It is not nothing, Yashiro. However, it does not define who you are, and you must remember that.
Why does everyone value honesty above all else? There are plenty of reasons to lie. Would you rather me explain everything? Burden you will stories too old to be worth caring about? So, what, you can think about how sad I am every time we're together? That doesn't accomplish anything.
Neither does forcing yourself to be alone in your memories, Yashiro. You can tell me whatever you'd like. But it is true, it ultimately changes nothing. I apologize for burdening you with my selfishness.
Then I am content to stop pressing you with further questions.
Though I do wish I were capable of seeing the face you made when I introduced you to my Pokemon. It was adorable. Doumeki would truly be a wonder if he were capable of bringing that sort of emotion out of you once more.
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It’s melodramatic. Sob stories like that are a dime a dozen in Japan. But it’s mine, at any rate. I didn’t blame them, but I think part of me wanted to blame someone, at least. So I just made my life harder. It’s one of those things, a cycle, I guess. You do what you’re accustomed to.
[ he speaks very seriously, a little detached too, but a marked difference from the way he usually talks. ]
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[ He thinks that, perhaps, Yashiro coped in ways he shouldn't have. A lot makes sense now.
The willingness for sex, why he likes older men, why he seems so detached even in his cheerfulness. There must be more there. But he doesn't think he can fathom it let alone ask. Hearing everything Yashiro was forced to go through.
One of many, but, also one too many. ]
It is telling of how dismissive you were of your circumstances and behavior the moment you told me. It is not nothing, Yashiro. However, it does not define who you are, and you must remember that.
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[ And now he's a perfectly....happy and healthy...adult...it's fine ]
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You're lying.
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[ don't call him out like this... ]
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[ One or the other, Yashiro. Or he's just not used to being happy and isn't sure of what the answer should be. ]
I shall rephrase my question then. Does Doumeki-kun make you happy?
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[ At least he is sure in this. ]
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Though I do wish I were capable of seeing the face you made when I introduced you to my Pokemon. It was adorable. Doumeki would truly be a wonder if he were capable of bringing that sort of emotion out of you once more.
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[ He misses baby Yashiro now. :'( ]
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