won't be long won't be long i'm almost here // aurum

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

He supposed he should've expected this. After all, it wasn't as if their past conversations had been totally openly emotional and easy. Aurum had managed to wrench genuine emotion from Kaito before, but it had hardly been a pleasant process, considering Kaito liked to put up walls and hide behind masks. The angel was starkly reminded of that when Kaito proclaimed he was fine, that wretched little smirk that was so forced and fake yet fooled so many plastered upon his face. The tigon wasn't able to hold back a sigh, his paws shifting carefully against the wood floors beneath him before he muttered, "Ah, I see. Well... you know, if you weren't fine, that would be okay too. I mean, you lost your house, and you had to deal with that asshole who did it. Not many people ever have to deal with losing a home like that, so if you didn't feel great... that would be fine." It felt so frustrating, going against the things that Kaito had practically been programmed to do for his entire life, but the proxy knew he had to do it. If he didn't, the feline would never get better in any way, and would probably just spend his entire life toiling away at a life of thievery that would never ultimately bring him happiness. The thought made Aurum's heart sink.

He watched as the black smoke moved over to his closet, the tigon's head cocking to the side with curiosity over what he could be doing. When Kaito further turned around, Aurum almost recoiled, startled by the appearance of a very literal mask in place. It would've been nice, knowing that he had managed to crack Kaito's so carefully upheld composure somewhat with his words, but the mask was so unnerving that he held little satisfaction, at least for the moment. When Kaito spoke again, Aurum found his one blue eye widening almost comically, a shocked noise leaving him before he spoke, "Twenty... five... Jesus, Kaito. I'm surprised you haven't burnt the thing out by now, playing it over so many times..." He looked over at the player with a concerned look in his eyes, his usual fatherly nature beginning to itch with worry for the young thief.

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#psychosocial.