10-13-2018, 10:24 PM
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Everything would be okay.
Tamaki had attempted to tell himself that over-and-over, so he wouldn't freak out and have an anxiety attack. It had only worked for a short amount of time, before he couldn't even stand saying those four words. He had issues. Lots of issues. He didn't know why Mirio or Hado put up with him. If he had been either of them, he would've left a long time ago and never returned. Pathetic. He bit his lower lip out of his bitterness at himself and he ignored the salty tang of blood he could feel in his mouth as well as the pain. It was more painful, thanks to his shark teeth. He continued to follow his friend and he warily took a glance around the territory, to make sure there wasn't anybody but them around. It wasn't that he disliked them, he was just an anxious bastard that clung onto those he was closest to in a annoying manner. He pulled his all-white cloak over his head tighter, so his entire face was hidden, though his shark-tail was showing and it swung back-and-fourth quickly, as he was somewhat agitated. He was happy that the fire wasn't too far away. Even though it was late and he slept all day, he still felt exhausted and he wanted to sleep more, but he would stay awake for Mirio.
"Good." He said, at the other's mention of there being nobody else at the fire pit. That made him feel better, even if it was only a little bit. He sat beside the retriever, and he stared at the fire, the orange and yellow reflecting in his own darkly colored eyes. Fire was beautiful, but it was also very dangerous. It hungrily devoured whatever it wanted and whatever it could manage to. He would grab his own stick and he stuck his own marshmallow on it, before he held it between his two paws over the fire pit. Then he would bite into the almost-burnt marshmallow. He just liked it without the crackers and chocolate.
Everything would be okay.
Tamaki had attempted to tell himself that over-and-over, so he wouldn't freak out and have an anxiety attack. It had only worked for a short amount of time, before he couldn't even stand saying those four words. He had issues. Lots of issues. He didn't know why Mirio or Hado put up with him. If he had been either of them, he would've left a long time ago and never returned. Pathetic. He bit his lower lip out of his bitterness at himself and he ignored the salty tang of blood he could feel in his mouth as well as the pain. It was more painful, thanks to his shark teeth. He continued to follow his friend and he warily took a glance around the territory, to make sure there wasn't anybody but them around. It wasn't that he disliked them, he was just an anxious bastard that clung onto those he was closest to in a annoying manner. He pulled his all-white cloak over his head tighter, so his entire face was hidden, though his shark-tail was showing and it swung back-and-fourth quickly, as he was somewhat agitated. He was happy that the fire wasn't too far away. Even though it was late and he slept all day, he still felt exhausted and he wanted to sleep more, but he would stay awake for Mirio.
"Good." He said, at the other's mention of there being nobody else at the fire pit. That made him feel better, even if it was only a little bit. He sat beside the retriever, and he stared at the fire, the orange and yellow reflecting in his own darkly colored eyes. Fire was beautiful, but it was also very dangerous. It hungrily devoured whatever it wanted and whatever it could manage to. He would grab his own stick and he stuck his own marshmallow on it, before he held it between his two paws over the fire pit. Then he would bite into the almost-burnt marshmallow. He just liked it without the crackers and chocolate.