[closed] I make a circle above your culture

[bunnyblock]

who: Noiz bunnyblock and Aoba bottombitch
what: Dumb boys talking about dumb things and videogames
when: July 22nd
where: Room 11
warnings: none!



[There's a loud, and somewhat electrical sound from one of the back rooms, and a bright flashing of light. Another sound, a light, but somewhat gleeful laugh as the room fills with a somewhat shuddery, but finally stable image of a virtual room. It looks almost identical to the rabbit-motif-obsessed hacker's bedroom, but everything seems to be somewhat vaguely pixellated.

Near him, where two of his rabbit blocks were hanging out, they were suddenly full-bodied rabbits with boxing gloves.

His head pokes out of the room, his hair a mess from falling asleep on his side against a wall earlier, and there's bags under his eyes--but he actually looks... oddly happy.]

Aoba.

Aoba, oi.

[You have to come see this.]

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[bottombitch]

[ Aoba feels his fingers digging into the back of his head, biting into his skin, into a few errant strands of blue hair clinging to his neck that happen to stand in the way. Half moons are driven into them both and Aoba feels himself quake all the way down to the end of his spine in response. It hurts a little, tingles a lot. More importantly, it jolts him out of that broken record of negativity that cycles in his brain.

He said -

Open your ears
I don't do anything unless I want to
...I want to

Aoba's eyes widen, well up with tears and he feels big drops, stinging and wet, fall and splash down his cheeks. He stiffs, too hard not to be a telltale sign and tries to reign in his emotions - too little too late - and brings a forced joy to his tone that cracks on the highest of those strained notes.
]

Do you really...

[ Aoba grips his back, his fingers digging into his skin until he realizes it's to no avail - he won't feel the impressions his blunted nails leave in half-moons on his back. So he releases his grip in increments, his feelings leaking out instead through his eyes. When he drops back, he tucks his chin in low enough that it's a struggle to see his face clearly. ]

D-dammit, you've got shampoo in my eyes, I can't wash it out on my own - where's the water?

[ He'd dropped the shower head so it's hanging somewhere. ]