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RHRT: Glimpses 31Glimpse #31: Kitchen Frustrations
"Robu, I'm making mochi ice cream! Want to help?" called Rizu from the kitchen.
Robu glanced up from his laptop with a bored look on his face. Him, a twenty-year-old man, making frozen dessert with his girlfriend? Not in a million years, he snorted to himself. "No thanks!"
Rizu sighed heavily in frustration. Even after almost two years of serious dating, they still had different views toward baking, and baking always made Robu feel less of a man. "You should have seen that one coming, Hikarino," she muttered under her breath.
Looking over her right shoulder, she then asked, "What flavor do you want?"
"Anything but chocolate!" came the response from the living room.
Sure! He doesn't want to help me make mochi ice cream, but he's more than willing to help eat it! she thought as she rolled her eyes. Typical man!
Escape(Dark Seijitsu to Seijitsu)
Why do you continue to fight me? It's your fault you got yourself in this mess. Your desire to escape from this world and to be significant to someone who loves you in return cost you your place in Shinmei's favor. Everything you've said, everything you've done to get away from reality only made me stronger, and I've become strong enough to overpower your hold on that pathetic mortal you've chosen to carry your Seed Crystal.
Admit it, Seijitsu, you won't be able to control that carnal nature of yours as long as I exist. We're too much alike, and we share the same body. However, I'm more than willing to let you be in control again if you will let me get rid of Tamashii's influence on you
(Seijitsu to Dark Seijitsu)
Never will I let you use Robu Tsuchino to kill Tamashii! Yes, I know what I've done was stupid and irrational, but what happened to me wasn't completely my fault! I didn't know Deiraira was planning to kiss me! She caught me off
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
Leaving Southampton She was in the kitchen when he stumbled in noisily, tripping as he went past the shelves and catching the edge of the table to keep himself from falling.
Pretending not to hear the stream of curses that followed, she kept her eyes fixed on the dishes, letting her hand trail in the soapy water. There was a loud scraping of wood against grimy concrete as he drew a chair and collapsed into it. At this she looked up, and after a moment's hesitation, she said, unnecessarily, "You've been drinking."
He clutched his head and said nothing. He hadn't shaved in weeks and stank of sweat and alcohol; he looked much older than his eighteen years.
They sat in silence for a while. Then he announced, loudly, "Fuck."
She didn't bother to tell him off. She just waited. And jumped when he suddenly brought his fist down, hard, onto the table.
"Our lives here are s
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