[Too bad texts are based on thought. Jin's on the defensive, and before he can stop himself, he shoots back, frustrated:]
Because just MAYBE I have something to stand for now i spent too much time keeping how i felt a secret. I'm not going to do that to myself. Never again.
Strange alien worlds; bullet holes, treachery, bandits and blackmail; 4 am mornings running to meet the sunrise; canvas tents sunken into inches of snow. Asher may still have a hell of a lack of a brain to mouth filter, but the worst he has done, through all of this, was merely that. He's insisted time and time again on their friendship, and all of this, by now, is nearly more than the couple of months he'd been through with Cassie and Jacqui both. (It only isn't because he can remember watching the very heavens unfurl, stained crimson, into hell itself-- can remember the burning sky rolling back into itself, can still feel the weight of a god of thunder leaning on his shoulder and limping to his near-death to save the Earth.)
That's enough to have gained Kung Jin's trust entirely, isn't it?
Hopefully it'll be enough to have gained Asher's unconditional acceptance, too. Even if he knows it will, there's still that doubt that hangs in the pit of his gut over it. Achingly, uh, heterosexual texts like these don't exactly send the clearest message of how progressive Asher is or isn't.]
I'm in my room, Asher. I'd rather tell you in person.
[He may as well own up to speaking his own truth completely.
Jin hangs up, tosses his magitek to the edge of his bed, and lies back on the mattress, running a hand over his face.]
[He isn't sure what's going on exactly, but he's got a feeling it has something to do with Jin's well-kept secret.
A man with his fair share of horrible transgressions, the newest one still fresh in his mind, Asher doesn't really feel as though he has the right to judge. Jin may be tempestuous and fussy, but he's proved time and time again that he's fairly principled.
Forgiving a friend who's done wrong is much easier than doing the same for a stranger.
[Jin, by the time Asher's footsteps had sounded down the halls in Oska, was already on his feet-- he answers the door with only a moment's delay, stepping aside to allow Asher space to walk by.]
Did not think we'd be having this conversation because of that text, but... come in.
[As soon as Asher steps inside, Jin shuts the door tight.]
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Can you not
you can't seriously be so desperate that you're having to whine to me about it.
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i'm a growing boy
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you lil bitch
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like idk i kno im cute but
gross
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One, yeah, no
two, you're the one who keeps oversharing in the first place
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[extra "'s for sarcastic emphasis]
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[there it is]
like honestly, ur rdy 2 throwdown over the dumbest shit
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ok that's different and you know it
I consider myself personally responsible for calling out this team's bullshit, is that so wrong
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yeah ok, i say some dumb shit, but at least i own up 2 it
meanwhile, ur out here throwin shade at ppl who could literally kill ur ass
how is that any less stupid?
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Because just MAYBE I have something to stand for now
i spent too much time keeping how i felt a secret. I'm not going to do that to myself. Never again.
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most of the time it's like u just say things 2 piss ppl off
[Asher is reminded of that time when the bugs were running amuck in Oska, and Jin was clearly in a very fragile state of mind.
What is it that he wanted to stand up for?]
and u
dont talk about what it is that's rly botherin u
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No one asks and it's not like I'd bare my deep dark secrets to just anybody on this stupid team
I mean you're
[Damn. His mind's still moving too quickly for his words.]
Never mind
forget it
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[Asher's mode of thinking switches a bit.]
I'm your friend.
You can tell me.
voice -> action;
Strange alien worlds; bullet holes, treachery, bandits and blackmail; 4 am mornings running to meet the sunrise; canvas tents sunken into inches of snow. Asher may still have a hell of a lack of a brain to mouth filter, but the worst he has done, through all of this, was merely that. He's insisted time and time again on their friendship, and all of this, by now, is nearly more than the couple of months he'd been through with Cassie and Jacqui both. (It only isn't because he can remember watching the very heavens unfurl, stained crimson, into hell itself-- can remember the burning sky rolling back into itself, can still feel the weight of a god of thunder leaning on his shoulder and limping to his near-death to save the Earth.)
That's enough to have gained Kung Jin's trust entirely, isn't it?
Hopefully it'll be enough to have gained Asher's unconditional acceptance, too. Even if he knows it will, there's still that doubt that hangs in the pit of his gut over it. Achingly, uh, heterosexual texts like these don't exactly send the clearest message of how progressive Asher is or isn't.]
I'm in my room, Asher. I'd rather tell you in person.
[He may as well own up to speaking his own truth completely.
Jin hangs up, tosses his magitek to the edge of his bed, and lies back on the mattress, running a hand over his face.]
text -> action;
I'll be right over.
[He isn't sure what's going on exactly, but he's got a feeling it has something to do with Jin's well-kept secret.
A man with his fair share of horrible transgressions, the newest one still fresh in his mind, Asher doesn't really feel as though he has the right to judge. Jin may be tempestuous and fussy, but he's proved time and time again that he's fairly principled.
Forgiving a friend who's done wrong is much easier than doing the same for a stranger.
Asher knocks on the door.]
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[Jin, by the time Asher's footsteps had sounded down the halls in Oska, was already on his feet-- he answers the door with only a moment's delay, stepping aside to allow Asher space to walk by.]
Did not think we'd be having this conversation because of that text, but... come in.
[As soon as Asher steps inside, Jin shuts the door tight.]
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[Asher's reply is oddly quiet, and he steps past Jin and into the room, noticing how the other promptly slams the door shut.]
It's cool, bro.
[He understands that humor diffuses tension, but it's clear from the way he cuts to the chase that he's ready to dig a little deeper.]
What's up?
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i almost spit my tea out in a best buy 1/??
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