Delicious swearing. Daisuke's point of view again. I love this little guy.
Ha! Talking to each other, how cute. I like my characters having mental problems.
Dai is such a potty mouth.
I should do more with Dai being deep. I like it.
Oh, and titles are just different names for Dai and Takeru. I didn't know I could think of that many.
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By some miracle of some miracle, I managed to make it home.
I should have gone to Ken's. I already told him anyway. he knows everything. Like always.
He's happy with Miyako. In a normal relationship.
I actually told him to fuck off. I told him everthing about Takeru, then cursed his name. He knows why, to. He didn't care, he just got out of his chair and tried to console me.
He knows that I hate him because he has a normal life. Then he also knows that I am wrong, he has a life more fucked up than mine. But that's the beauty of our relationship, Ken never tells me I am wrong or insults me. He lets me figure it out for myself. And I did. And I apologized a thousand times over for trying to compare my problems to his, and saying mine were worse. So there we were, just a couple of misfits.
It would have been easy to fall for Ken. He's cute, I'll admit that. With that hot little body. I don't love him, far from it. I just think he's hot. And gads, he understands me. So much it scares my fucking mind. It's like he's the intelligent, rational part of me that I don't have, and I'm the fun, irrational part that he's missing. My best friend. God, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have him. He's almost like my mind.
He knows full well that I am gay. He knows that I think he's hot. And he's perfectly ok with it. God. I do love him, but as a friend. He's the only thing I have going for me now.
To say I love Takeru would be a gross understatement. I love Ken. I adore, I love, I admire, I can't live without, Takeru.
Good job Daisuke, you've fucked it up again. Why couldn't this be simple?
Ha! Talking to each other, how cute. I like my characters having mental problems.
Dai is such a potty mouth.
I should do more with Dai being deep. I like it.
Oh, and titles are just different names for Dai and Takeru. I didn't know I could think of that many.
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By some miracle of some miracle, I managed to make it home.
I should have gone to Ken's. I already told him anyway. he knows everything. Like always.
He's happy with Miyako. In a normal relationship.
I actually told him to fuck off. I told him everthing about Takeru, then cursed his name. He knows why, to. He didn't care, he just got out of his chair and tried to console me.
He knows that I hate him because he has a normal life. Then he also knows that I am wrong, he has a life more fucked up than mine. But that's the beauty of our relationship, Ken never tells me I am wrong or insults me. He lets me figure it out for myself. And I did. And I apologized a thousand times over for trying to compare my problems to his, and saying mine were worse. So there we were, just a couple of misfits.
It would have been easy to fall for Ken. He's cute, I'll admit that. With that hot little body. I don't love him, far from it. I just think he's hot. And gads, he understands me. So much it scares my fucking mind. It's like he's the intelligent, rational part of me that I don't have, and I'm the fun, irrational part that he's missing. My best friend. God, I don't know what I would do if I didn't have him. He's almost like my mind.
He knows full well that I am gay. He knows that I think he's hot. And he's perfectly ok with it. God. I do love him, but as a friend. He's the only thing I have going for me now.
To say I love Takeru would be a gross understatement. I love Ken. I adore, I love, I admire, I can't live without, Takeru.
Good job Daisuke, you've fucked it up again. Why couldn't this be simple?