[It's strange to be told these things to his face, like how one talks about a late loved one who had not been given a just life. Was it injustice to talk poorly of a version of himself that he's never known, but everyone else has? Is that even someone he could really be.
It's weird to hear it. To be told things that were true and things that could be true, but they were also things that can't be true, because he's never experienced it. It's a strange thing to see Hiyori working himself up in a stupor, voice slowly escalating in volume even in such a strange environment. It's easy to forget where they are at the moment, and what they were wearing-- or well, what they lacked wearing. Like a discussion they should be having in the privacy of a room and not here, in a paintball war in near nakedness.
It's so strange to hear all that, so much so that Rinne isn't sure how to react.
And he might not even realize he's smiling the more Hiyori talks about him, not truly understand the way his heart aches fondly, even if Hiyori was practically a stranger. Or perhaps it's also because he was a fellow idol, and hearing someone speak highly of him after everything he'd done... It was a strange moment.]
... The way you talk about me, you'd think I ain't livin' and breathin' right at this moment. You tryin' to write me off as a memory already?
[He starts, the joke falling flat, even as he sighs and leans back. Already, he doesn't care if they get caught and he's forced out naked. Whatever. This was bizarre enough as is.]
If I got you thinkin' that much about me, then I guess I made a mark somehow. Doesn't sound like you ended up hatin' me, so does that mean ya love me now?
moves this here coz i got tired of waiting for captcha
[It's strange to be told these things to his face, like how one talks about a late loved one who had not been given a just life. Was it injustice to talk poorly of a version of himself that he's never known, but everyone else has? Is that even someone he could really be.
It's weird to hear it. To be told things that were true and things that could be true, but they were also things that can't be true, because he's never experienced it. It's a strange thing to see Hiyori working himself up in a stupor, voice slowly escalating in volume even in such a strange environment. It's easy to forget where they are at the moment, and what they were wearing-- or well, what they lacked wearing. Like a discussion they should be having in the privacy of a room and not here, in a paintball war in near nakedness.
It's so strange to hear all that, so much so that Rinne isn't sure how to react.
And he might not even realize he's smiling the more Hiyori talks about him, not truly understand the way his heart aches fondly, even if Hiyori was practically a stranger. Or perhaps it's also because he was a fellow idol, and hearing someone speak highly of him after everything he'd done... It was a strange moment.]
... The way you talk about me, you'd think I ain't livin' and breathin' right at this moment. You tryin' to write me off as a memory already?
[He starts, the joke falling flat, even as he sighs and leans back. Already, he doesn't care if they get caught and he's forced out naked. Whatever. This was bizarre enough as is.]
If I got you thinkin' that much about me, then I guess I made a mark somehow. Doesn't sound like you ended up hatin' me, so does that mean ya love me now?