Trick it. He and Goro used to trick plenty of people, thanks to their status as twins. How often did they swindle people out of money, or steal stuff, solidifying their own alibies by pretending to be the other...? It's- was second nature, to work together as one-
But that doesn't have anything to do with this Goro, who is too tall and- off. Right in some ways, but all too off in all the wrong ones. Kou's face has soured, his wings pulled tighter against himself, and he longs. If the other notices... he's not trying to be obvious about it, but if it were his Goro, he'd have known minutes ago.
Though if it were his Goro, he likely wouldn't be like this.
He's also not a fan of being stuck here, potentially, but the ache in his heart makes it feel like background noise.
"... Just great," he mutters, searching his pockets for his cigarettes, and- coming up empty. He finished the last one in his packet, and the fresh packet is still on his bedside table. For fucks sake. As if this shit couldn't get any worse. He huffs out an agitated sigh, sad and angry and craving a goddamn cigarette. "Fuck it, might as well give it a shot."
no subject
Trick it. He and Goro used to trick plenty of people, thanks to their status as twins. How often did they swindle people out of money, or steal stuff, solidifying their own alibies by pretending to be the other...? It's- was second nature, to work together as one-
But that doesn't have anything to do with this Goro, who is too tall and- off. Right in some ways, but all too off in all the wrong ones. Kou's face has soured, his wings pulled tighter against himself, and he longs. If the other notices... he's not trying to be obvious about it, but if it were his Goro, he'd have known minutes ago.
Though if it were his Goro, he likely wouldn't be like this.
He's also not a fan of being stuck here, potentially, but the ache in his heart makes it feel like background noise.
"... Just great," he mutters, searching his pockets for his cigarettes, and- coming up empty. He finished the last one in his packet, and the fresh packet is still on his bedside table. For fucks sake. As if this shit couldn't get any worse. He huffs out an agitated sigh, sad and angry and craving a goddamn cigarette. "Fuck it, might as well give it a shot."