['Junpei-kun... I will never forget you. But please, forget me. You need to forget...'
No... I don't want to...
I'll never forget!
No matter what happens, I won't... I absolutely won't...!]
--!
[Junpei wakes Sunday morning in with a small, choked noise and a wrenching pain so full--so all-encompassing--the word heartache can't describe it. Every fiber of his being, every atom, the quarks and invisible matter-parts undiscovered by science cry out no! like a child. Denial of separation. Denial of loss. Denial of bereavement.
He draws in a shaking breath and all he can smell is Yuuri's hair.]
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[A detective's no good if he can't clear his head. Junpei's in the garden, sitting in front of Finn's memorial, playing with something small and reflective in his hand, face pensive as stone.
After a long, long while, he finally yells out and flings the ring as far into the garden as he can. Fuck you, ring.
Eventually, he collects himself enough to explore the third floor. Naturally, the karaoke bar gets his attention. Making my way downtown, walking fast, need no glass behind the bar now (piano: do doo do doo do do doo do). He's not opening anything yet, but he's certainly pawing through the stock like it's his, now.
Whether or not he's stopped, there's only so much scotch and whiskey one man can pilfer. The afternoon finds him in the death orb zone, because actually, what the fuck? What the fuck is this?
He's very carefully examining one of the death orbs. The question of the day is: (John Mulaney voice) Why?]
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['Junpei-kun... I will never forget you. But please, forget me. You need to forget...'
No... I don't want to...
I'll never forget!
No matter what happens, I won't... I absolutely won't...!]
--!
[Junpei wakes Sunday morning in with a small, choked noise and a wrenching pain so full--so all-encompassing--the word heartache can't describe it. Every fiber of his being, every atom, the quarks and invisible matter-parts undiscovered by science cry out no! like a child. Denial of separation. Denial of loss. Denial of bereavement.
He draws in a shaking breath and all he can smell is Yuuri's hair.]
(Open)
[A detective's no good if he can't clear his head. Junpei's in the garden, sitting in front of Finn's memorial, playing with something small and reflective in his hand, face pensive as stone.
After a long, long while, he finally yells out and flings the ring as far into the garden as he can. Fuck you, ring.
Eventually, he collects himself enough to explore the third floor. Naturally, the karaoke bar gets his attention. Making my way downtown, walking fast, need no glass behind the bar now (piano: do doo do doo do do doo do). He's not opening anything yet, but he's certainly pawing through the stock like it's his, now.
Whether or not he's stopped, there's only so much scotch and whiskey one man can pilfer. The afternoon finds him in the death orb zone, because actually, what the fuck? What the fuck is this?
He's very carefully examining one of the death orbs. The question of the day is: (John Mulaney voice) Why?]