[She glances towards him, though, and something new begins.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Yin Yu probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
"You're stoned." You scoff, both annoyed and fond all at once, before the two of you continue speaking (the memory ends at 0:34).
yeah, he's not really sure what's going on at first, watching the person through natalie's eyes. even the phrases are unfamiliar, but he can feel what natalie's feeling. "i'm one fuck up from disaster", certainly, is not unfamiliar.
as the boy begins to talk through his perception of the world, things start to come back to normal. yin yu blinks, a bit surprised, refocusing on the world around them.
...awkward. still, he ducks his head in an apologetic bow, polite as ever. ] ...I apologize, Natalie. [ it's not his fault but you know, still. he values privacy, and this place clearly does not.
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...It truly is. [ and the fact that they're all doing it twice? terrible. ]
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[She glances towards him, though, and something new begins.
You're sitting on someone's bedroom floor. You know the boy next to you - his name is Henry. You're... friends, though there's definitely something unspoken between the two of you. He's smoking something that Yin Yu probably won't recognize as the memory begins, and you speak.
"...Your mom is, like, in the next room." You say with a nervous tinge to your voice, but he gives a laugh.
"She's in denial. It's totally convenient." He offers you some, but you shake your head, prompting him to continue. "Dude, it's therapeutic." At that, you just roll your eyes. "Right. It's medical marijuana to treat your ADD."
"Totally." He answers with a smile, but after a second, he follows up with: "...Huh?"
"I don't put anything into my mouth that's on fire." There's a smirk on your end as well as you respond. With a shrug, he answers. "I guess that's a good rule." As soon as he says that, he leans over to kiss you, and you lean back once he's about to make contact.
"Look, I... can't do this. Not with my life. I'm, like, one fuck up from disaster!" But he just shakes his head. "Your life is not a disaster! The environment is a disaster. Sprint is a disaster."
"You're stoned." You scoff, both annoyed and fond all at once, before the two of you continue speaking (the memory ends at 0:34).
After a few seconds:]
...Um.
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yeah, he's not really sure what's going on at first, watching the person through natalie's eyes. even the phrases are unfamiliar, but he can feel what natalie's feeling. "i'm one fuck up from disaster", certainly, is not unfamiliar.
as the boy begins to talk through his perception of the world, things start to come back to normal. yin yu blinks, a bit surprised, refocusing on the world around them.
...awkward. still, he ducks his head in an apologetic bow, polite as ever. ] ...I apologize, Natalie. [ it's not his fault but you know, still. he values privacy, and this place clearly does not.
a beat. ] ...That was from your home?
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[Even if she still looks pretty embarrassed about somebody else seeing that. After a moment, she nods.]
...Yeah. A boy I used to know.
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[ it's not much of an answer, at first, but.
eventually, a little smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, more wan than anything else. ah yes... ] We don't have to talk about it.
[ the exact mirroring of her phrase is on purpose: they're quite similar in this regard, aren't they. ]
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[Which is to say, she doesn't really mind talking about it, but... Also, it's an indication that it's much less loaded than his seemed.]