Mughouse, ( he repeats, just to confirm he's heard her.
Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
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Rogue sounds like she's been crying, maybe a soft rasp to her warm drawl, or maybe he just imagines it. Hardly unexpected, after all the mess of this afternoon, the trade of insults and threats, woeful predictions and outright screaming, tempers flaring across Aldrip.
An ache hooks itself behind his ribs at the thought, and he speeds his steps on the sidewalk. She hadn't turned him down, told him to fuck off. She hadn't even tried to convince him that hers was the way forward. )
Hey. Wait up and look back.
( There he stands, bathed in the neon lantern light of a little izakaya, looking... well, relieved. And tired. But mostly relieved, like she's everything he'd hoped to find. )
You weren't at home.