The cure to hanahaki disease is forgetting those who you loved.
If you've forgotten... who's to say you can't get it again? The gaps in your memory keep growing as you forget again and again until there is nothing left. Who's to say what happens once you've forgotten people over and over? Will you fall apart completely?
“Please refrain from doing that, Cross. You’re going to give me a heart attack before I reach twenty!”
“Aw shaddup, you play rugby for fuck’s sake! That’s more likely to kill you before you piss your pants, little scaredy-cat,” I huffed, moving over to the sink and holding his coffee mug over it tauntingly.
“Well,” I sighed dramatically before smirking, “I guess that means you don’t need your coffee. Oh well, truly a waste. What a shame.”
“God dammit, fuck. Allen, don’t. I’ll die without my morning coffee.”
“Well then I better call an ambulance. It was 911 correct?” Cross groaned and smashed his face into the counter.
Welcome to the United States of America?
I'd rather be in England.
10 Sep 2019
It started slow. Reminiscent of all of his business ventures, really: waiting and watching, prowling with indifferent mask secured in place, leaving no tells to broadcast before his quick and inevitable strike. This is how he has secured his own wealth separately from his family, this is how he navigates his political pursuits, this is how he navigates his niche research. This is the principle that guides his life, and thus far, it has never led him astray - to the contrary, only when he has strayed from this self-imposed path through ignorance and youth has he ever fallen. This is his true Ultimate.
This… this was the same, but also different. Never before has he ever been matched at his own game. But now… at the same time he hunts his potential business partners in this hellscape, he is hunted. And eventually -
Eventually he is caught.
He is caught so tightly he does not want them to ever let go.
Bookmarked by ace_of_asphodel
28 Aug 2019
I am the roommate >:))))