[He runs a hand through his hair, moving over to the dumbwaiter. A couple different drinks and edibles, a body pillow--that he tosses at Akira, let's not talk about the condoms...
When he picks up the switch, he nearly sets it aside with everything else. It could be anything, belong to part of anything, for anyone. But before it leaves his hand, he stops cold and brings it back up. It's not coincidence, not at this point. It even looks used, not like some cheap new plastic replica.
For a moment, that voice that isn't his bubbles back up. Losing is death, this is the perfect game isn't it? To hammer home the lessons he'd tried to shed. Caring is weakness, nothing matters more than getting ahead, the long and ceaseless lessons day in and day out, the crack of the switch in front of his face to keep him awake and going because the consequences for doing otherwise would be worse--
If it had showed up another time, he knows he wouldn't feel this stabbing pain. Because the past is the past and needs to stay there. Gozaburo was buried with Alcatraz, laid to rest with the destruction of the duel tower. But after all that's happened, catching him when he's weak, surprising him when he's vulnerable, this feels like a deliberate act of provocation.
And it makes him furious.
He glares into the camera, not focused on yelling at CECE but past her to the overseers--to one in particular.] You don't scare me. You can't scare me with him anymore. I watched him burn. Do you think you're so damn clever, Petuu? You're going to have to come up with something a little more original, because someone else already beat you to this little game!
cw: mentions of child abuse
[He runs a hand through his hair, moving over to the dumbwaiter. A couple different drinks and edibles, a body pillow--that he tosses at Akira, let's not talk about the condoms...
When he picks up the switch, he nearly sets it aside with everything else. It could be anything, belong to part of anything, for anyone. But before it leaves his hand, he stops cold and brings it back up. It's not coincidence, not at this point. It even looks used, not like some cheap new plastic replica.
For a moment, that voice that isn't his bubbles back up. Losing is death, this is the perfect game isn't it? To hammer home the lessons he'd tried to shed. Caring is weakness, nothing matters more than getting ahead, the long and ceaseless lessons day in and day out, the crack of the switch in front of his face to keep him awake and going because the consequences for doing otherwise would be worse--
If it had showed up another time, he knows he wouldn't feel this stabbing pain. Because the past is the past and needs to stay there. Gozaburo was buried with Alcatraz, laid to rest with the destruction of the duel tower. But after all that's happened, catching him when he's weak, surprising him when he's vulnerable, this feels like a deliberate act of provocation.
And it makes him furious.
He glares into the camera, not focused on yelling at CECE but past her to the overseers--to one in particular.] You don't scare me. You can't scare me with him anymore. I watched him burn. Do you think you're so damn clever, Petuu? You're going to have to come up with something a little more original, because someone else already beat you to this little game!