I don't want to have to get used to it, is the thing.
[ Even if he wants to see the ugly aftermath of his family's company falling apart, he doesn't want to be there to see them. His mother who would praise him with kind words and warm food; his father who would look to him with earnest joy; the baby that they birthed into this world to replace him.
All Hajun wants to know is that they're living miserably -- and, honestly, it's completely different from an actual corpse!? ]
A man's brain got all over my shoes, just like your blood got all over my jacket. I'm losing more and more money the longer I stay here.
Mm. [ Humming quietly, he places a hand on the piano, fingers brushing against dust. ] If either of us disappeared, I wouldn't want the last thing to remember us by is your blood, though.
... [ He blinks, appearing surprised: ] Aren't you going to ask how you want to be remembered? You're selfish, what do you care if I disappeared suddenly?
I mentioned this already, but that won't be you -- and that's certainly a general and shallow desire. Do you think of yourself as that one dimensional?
[ There's the bitterness on his tongue that's she's probably familiar with. ]
And apologies for being weak, I wasn't exactly born to be anything else than whatever it is my parents wanted. And then the second they didn't need me they abandoned me like a dog.
Sorry, but I'd much rather have been unwanted and still living among a member of my family then sent to an entirely different country just because they've decided I'm useless to them. [ He feels anxious, talking about all of this, but at the same time he doesn't... probably because they're similar in a way. ] I don't need their approval, because I intend on destroying everything they have, but they have hurt me enough.
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( looking better than her, not the deaths. she looks at him, a little pensive, leaning towards him when he sits down. )
You'd think we'd be used to the sight by now, huh? But it's still so rough.
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[ Even if he wants to see the ugly aftermath of his family's company falling apart, he doesn't want to be there to see them. His mother who would praise him with kind words and warm food; his father who would look to him with earnest joy; the baby that they birthed into this world to replace him.
All Hajun wants to know is that they're living miserably -- and, honestly, it's completely different from an actual corpse!? ]
A man's brain got all over my shoes, just like your blood got all over my jacket. I'm losing more and more money the longer I stay here.
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( she wants to agree, because it's not something that you should get used to, unless you're some sort of a psychopath, but then — )
... hah?! Is this just about money?! Aren't you rich?!
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( he looks so SAD... it bothers her, because he never looks sad, only annoying?? smug??? ugh... bring bully hajun back. )
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( smile )
Besides, I know how I wanna be remembered. The cutest girl in all of the school!!
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[ There's the bitterness on his tongue that's she's probably familiar with. ]
And apologies for being weak, I wasn't exactly born to be anything else than whatever it is my parents wanted. And then the second they didn't need me they abandoned me like a dog.
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( she scoffs, glancing away. )
My mother never wanted me. Doesn't mean I let that dictate my whole life. You can get strong on your own; you don't need their approval for that.
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Sorry, but I'd much rather have been unwanted and still living among a member of my family then sent to an entirely different country just because they've decided I'm useless to them. [ He feels anxious, talking about all of this, but at the same time he doesn't... probably because they're similar in a way. ] I don't need their approval, because I intend on destroying everything they have, but they have hurt me enough.