If this is a documentary I don't wanna be in it. I just wanna do the normal kid thing and go back to
I dunno, like. Wandering the streets past midnight and regretting that 'cuz the trains stopped, or hanging out at the arcade, worrying about finals. That sort of stuff. It's a little much to deal with... 7 days without sleep. You feel that way, too, right? But it's useless kinda talkin' about it since we're here and we gotta make with what we got, and we got each other, so at least there's that.
yeah, me too. go back to my normal life, i mean. it's all i've been thinking since i woke up here. i thought about it a lot over the last week, what i'd do if i fell asleep and woke up back where i belong. get some mochi and onigiri at the conbini, take a walk outside in fresh air. it's hard not to miss the little ordinary things, you know? especially when you're just trapped in your own head
i guess... it kind of helps to think there's some kind of end goal here. a point where the study stops, and we can go back where we belong. but maybe there's nothing like that, idk.
you're right though, we've got each other. i'm glad you're my friend, ryuji
Someone's gotta fill that void, might as well be me. Too much cleanliness is godliness going on over here.
Yeah, I'm glad we're friends too. You make all of this shit a lot better. Even if there's no real end goal, and we wind up spending the rest of our lives here, at least it's in good company.
That's too long for Hajime to even think about. The past several days felt like a lifetime on their own, time warping and stretching weirdly until he couldn't tell which way was up or how long he'd been awake. The rest of his life... what would that be? On a space station, that could be a week, or that could be years. Assuming nothing disintegrated him, or worse, he could live to his nineties or beyond.
It's easy to get stuck on that thought, but he tries to hold onto the intent. He can't think about spending his whole life here, he really can't.]
haha, i guess if we made it through the last week without trying to kill each other, we're stuck with each other, huh?
[He doesn't know that he's struck a chord with Hajime, which, of course, wasn't really his intent. Ryuji fluctuated between optimism that this was only a trial run on the station and that home was beckoning him, but the longer he spends time here, the more it seems like... there's really no end in sight. 3 months, already. It's been 3 months. He had only known his Phantom Thief friends for about 8 months. That means, at some point... he'll have been here longer than he was a thief, and honestly... that thought is kind of fucked up.]
Hell yeah. Stuck like glue gun stuck.
Anytime, man. You don't gotta thank me, either. I'm here for ya.
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Yo, way to call me ouuuut like that but okay
If this is a documentary I don't wanna be in it. I just wanna do the normal kid thing and go back to
I dunno, like. Wandering the streets past midnight and regretting that 'cuz the trains stopped, or hanging out at the arcade, worrying about finals. That sort of stuff. It's a little much to deal with... 7 days without sleep. You feel that way, too, right? But it's useless kinda talkin' about it since we're here and we gotta make with what we got, and we got each other, so at least there's that.
Anyway, that was my soap box
Gonna use that dove to wash my armpits
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i guess... it kind of helps to think there's some kind of end goal here. a point where the study stops, and we can go back where we belong. but maybe there's nothing like that, idk.
you're right though, we've got each other. i'm glad you're my friend, ryuji
...even if you're kinda gross
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Yeah, I'm glad we're friends too. You make all of this shit a lot better. Even if there's no real end goal, and we wind up spending the rest of our lives here, at least it's in good company.
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That's too long for Hajime to even think about. The past several days felt like a lifetime on their own, time warping and stretching weirdly until he couldn't tell which way was up or how long he'd been awake. The rest of his life... what would that be? On a space station, that could be a week, or that could be years. Assuming nothing disintegrated him, or worse, he could live to his nineties or beyond.
It's easy to get stuck on that thought, but he tries to hold onto the intent. He can't think about spending his whole life here, he really can't.]
haha, i guess if we made it through the last week without trying to kill each other, we're stuck with each other, huh?
i'll see you later. and... thanks again
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Hell yeah. Stuck like glue gun stuck.
Anytime, man. You don't gotta thank me, either. I'm here for ya.