[ welcome to the ice rink! tobari has never seen snow before. he's wandering around completely unaware of the dangers of the ice. surely that won't be a problem. for now, you may have optional heterosexuality if you so choose ( 2:08:40 - 2:12:44 ). it's probably just glimpses of this interaction in the ice. if nothing else, it looks tender. some hets have rights.
Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time. [ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
[ i really asked for a mem and then immediately got lost in the sauce (holiday shitposting). thank you for the hets though, amen 🙏
but thankfully for all parties involved hak is no longer high or missing chunks of his memory, which means he can respond to this appropriately. ]
Thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend.
[ just kidding. there's no real heat to his voice, no trace of any emotion other than a lingering but heavy melancholy. he's known tobari for a scant handful of weeks, not even a full month, but it's been enough time to understand the kind of person (and how kind) tobari is. ]
... like I said. Shouldn't promise someone time you don't have.
[ whether that be because of duty or illness.
so no, he doesn't have a girlfriend. even if he has someone he loves. for as giving as tobari is, there are still some things that he'll keep as close to the chest as he can. some things that, even now, still feel too precious to name aloud.
as for what happened... he shakes his head. ]
She got involved with me. I was reckless to let that happen. Things got out of hand, I ended up in hot water, and... she paid the price.
[ his regrets really revolve around that. he should've cut her loose sooner. ]
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memory: greed (tobari bad end spoilers)
The real greed is this and only this: "... After the new year... and a while after that, it'll be spring." ( 2:28:49 - 2:36:00 )Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time.
[ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
well, lost. ]
no subject
but thankfully for all parties involved hak is no longer high or missing chunks of his memory, which means he can respond to this appropriately. ]
Thought you said you didn't have a girlfriend.
[ just kidding. there's no real heat to his voice, no trace of any emotion other than a lingering but heavy melancholy. he's known tobari for a scant handful of weeks, not even a full month, but it's been enough time to understand the kind of person (and how kind) tobari is. ]
What happened? [ other than the obvious ]
no subject
[ whether that be because of duty or illness.
so no, he doesn't have a girlfriend. even if he has someone he loves. for as giving as tobari is, there are still some things that he'll keep as close to the chest as he can. some things that, even now, still feel too precious to name aloud.
as for what happened... he shakes his head. ]
She got involved with me. I was reckless to let that happen. Things got out of hand, I ended up in hot water, and... she paid the price.
[ his regrets really revolve around that. he should've cut her loose sooner. ]