fact: the poseur in the bowler gets shot first

[slushfund]

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‶ time is money. make it fucking quick.

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[blowfish]

[A coach too. Oh yeah, he can totally see that. Lining up his behavior with learned knowledge makes memories bright with new understanding.]

Did you like your team?

[This entire exchange has him curious about all of Hiruma's original relationships. He could probably keep asking about this for...ever.]

Outside of football I mean

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[did he? sometimes he thinks so. maybe not individually — that's a sentiment reserved for a select few.

but when they were together as a team...]

Most of them I didn't know/spend time with outside of football, so overall?
No.

As a whole?
Yes.

1/2

[blowfish]

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[blowfish]

I wish I could see it

[slushfund]

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My team???

[blowfish]

One of your games you dumbass

1/3

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[...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!???

what is this sudden onset of awkward emotion?!

???............................]

[slushfund]

[there is one solid minute between jesse's text and the one that's sent.]

You do

[wait—

no, no, how do you take back sent text messages? can you delete sent items?]

I mean to say of course you do.
Do you think I'd waste my time on training losers???
It'd be highly entertaining.

[blowfish]

[add another minute to that... and another. and another. it seems you've ruined everything with your tsun freakout, hiruma.

jk he was already dangerously close to closing his eyes and nodding off. the long minute of no-response gave him the perfect reason to fall into this trap. ZZZ.]

1/?

[slushfund]

[five minutes in...]

You know my text sent prematurely, I wasn't done typing it.
The return key is in an inconvenient spot.

[slushfund]

[eight minutes in...]

Pinkman.

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[ten minutes in...]

Jesse?

[slushfund]

[he's really fallen asleep, finally. he's glad.

hiruma stares down at the texts sent, and presses his face into the pillow. he's fairly certain he'll never live this down, come morning, but he can blame it on over-exhaustion — right? it's definitely over-exhaustion.

... definitely.]

You passed out for sure lol, I'll still be there tomorrow.
Or a little later, I guess.
Don't oversleep now, or you're in for a rude awakening.