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Jan. 1st, 2020
CLOSED | In The Last Hours of December
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luckydragonsfootWARNINGS: This log involves the discussion of topics such as death, and slaughter (albeit in the past tense); please tread carefully if you want to read!
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It's not yet the new year, and honestly Katsuya is glad. It's a bit of an excuse to stay outside, stay out even after he's done at the hospital, even after he should be long back at Wicke's for something to eat, something to do, something to study, something to-
He's been staring at nothing for the last five minutes as his ponyta gets him from point A to point B and ultimately by the time they're out she's skidding to a stop and letting him roll off to gasp painfully for air as if he hasn't been breathing at all (and part of him hasn't, part of him remembers what that feels like, to lose the air in the lungs because there is nothing left to power them,).
Katsuya gasps for air and pulls himself roughly to his knees, and then to some sort of sitting position against the nearest rock to hold his head. Everything hurts. Everything. Nothing makes sense- Why did the Ring Spirit, the Other Bakura, know? He's missing details and he can't bring himself to care because frankly right now all his mind wants to do is laugh bitterly about how Silly he's being, You Can't Die Twice.
"Hhhhhaaaah....hahhhhh..."
He's yet to notice Kaseri has rushed off. For good reason, of course.
He needs help, and he's hardly smart enough to get it.
It's not yet the new year, and honestly Katsuya is glad. It's a bit of an excuse to stay outside, stay out even after he's done at the hospital, even after he should be long back at Wicke's for something to eat, something to do, something to study, something to-
He's been staring at nothing for the last five minutes as his ponyta gets him from point A to point B and ultimately by the time they're out she's skidding to a stop and letting him roll off to gasp painfully for air as if he hasn't been breathing at all (and part of him hasn't, part of him remembers what that feels like, to lose the air in the lungs because there is nothing left to power them,).
Katsuya gasps for air and pulls himself roughly to his knees, and then to some sort of sitting position against the nearest rock to hold his head. Everything hurts. Everything. Nothing makes sense- Why did the Ring Spirit, the Other Bakura, know? He's missing details and he can't bring himself to care because frankly right now all his mind wants to do is laugh bitterly about how Silly he's being, You Can't Die Twice.
"Hhhhhaaaah....hahhhhh..."
He's yet to notice Kaseri has rushed off. For good reason, of course.
He needs help, and he's hardly smart enough to get it.