KamIbu for Ebbers ♥
laundromat; samurai; vintage
"Don't wake me up and I'll respect you in the morning."
That's what Shinji'd said, anyway. He was kinda funny, yanno? Always to the extremes, that guy ― some days he's so out of it he'd get lost in a laundromat and sometimes he'll spend hours browsing through vintage clothing stores. It's weird, I don' really get him. Which probably doesn't make sense, he's supposed to be my best friend or whatever.
Shinji, the incessant mumbler. Shinji, that one kid that kinda looks like a girl. Shinji, my doubles partner; Shinji, the person I love most.
It made sense this time, I guess. He was tired, afterall. I've probably just got too much energy for him, he can't keep up. I don't even really pay attention to the tv (I've seen that old samurai movie like fifty times anyway) , it's only really on for background noise. Instead I focus on him ― the quiet mumbles in his sleep, the soft sound of inhalations and the way royal strands cascade over his face and my pillow.
It's kinda funny, maybe in a saddish way. To you, I'm just a friend; someone to hang out with or a place to crash when your parents lock you out. You're supposed to be the smart one in this gig. Fudoumine's genius and all that.
You are smart, I'll give you that. You're smart, but you're fucking blind.