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To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.

But the problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.


「Aonuma Kiriha RP blog.」
[ Hiatus until college calms down ]

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“Oh I know..” Nene said as a response to Kiriha with still the teasing tone.

“You know I’m curious and that I always seek new information of all sorts. That question couldn’t have been such a big surprise… in fact it wasn’t, I can see it on your expression.”

Nene rested her right elbow on her left arm placing her fingers under her chin. It was almost as if she were investigating or examining him with her eyes at his question about him fooling around with girls. “No. When I think about it you don’t. You’re too… stiff?” She giggled and rested her posture by crossing her arms.

As he stepped up closer to her she focused on his words, but also stared him right into his eyes curious to see if she could throw him more off guard. She had no idea playing with Kiriha like this were so much fun. Still that got boring quickly enough too so she stiffened her look at him in stead at his comment. “You know me, I know you. So of course I know you have more self-respect than that.” She sighed. “Don’t take me that lightly Kiriha. Remember that I probably knew more about you than you most likely did of yourself back in the Digital World.”

She returned his frown and looked at him with rather annoyed eyes. She also stepped up closer to him, not noticing that they now were only a few centimeters apart from their faces as she shot him small glares.

Gazing at the other with a small dissatisfied scowl, Kiriha chose to keep silent at her remarks. Perhaps that was just another quality of hers that hasn’t changed at all; that curious and probing charm. Though was she really curious enough about his past whereabouts that she’d even try and ask him about his affairs – or rather lack thereof? That didn’t seem like it had a justified reason to him, and he wasn’t buying it.

“Stiff is a wrong way to put it, Nene,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow as her gaze on him intensified. Oh, he could see what she was getting at alright. And seeing her try to throw him off his own game with her stare, Kiriha had to stop himself from smirking at her. “I’d say it’s because I’m more steadfast than most guys you’d meet.”

At her response to his rhetorical question and the bold way she approached him, the tugging feeling on the corners of his lips couldn’t be suppressed anymore, and a faint smirk slowly grew on his features, almost out of amusement. Almost. “So I see. Then…”

Eyes firmly fixed on her and disregarding the close proximity between them, he brought a hand to his chest, gesturing to himself.

“…Tell me; are you just as informed of me now as you were back then?” His smirk grew a little, but ironically showed less mirth. “Can you be so sure that I haven’t changed at all since then?”

And unexpectedly, his smirk faded, and he let his hand drop back to his side. His face bore a vague, unreadable expression as he spoke. “Nene, just… listen to me for once. Don’t get too ahead of yourself.” He was the first to break off eye contact, turning his head to one side to look away, a hand pocketed in his jeans. “Some things are just better off undisclosed.”

(Source: kruisvuur)