overhead constellations burn, stardust fell to the drape of his sleeve——a hand by the mercy of lady luck.͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏𝄂𝄂͏ ͏ ͏ art creds. UD0N_lover ្ ་།
[ useless. the harrumph that erupts from his lipped frown is muffled but nevertheless, exaggerated. just as the lofty arch of his neck, in that ‘you’re an idiot’ look. ] aomine still has you beat, it seems.
( slight raise of his brows at the intense staring. )
we’re very close .. we almost spend all of our days together. but i guess sometimes he’s a little mysterious and does stuff on his own too.
hm. 👓 you two should be closer. [ ? ] aomine and kuroko were practically glued back in teiko, we attribute it closely to their tight–knit ‘light and shadow’ dynamic. and, by extension, heir chemistry on the court.
[ staaaaaare. take the hint. ]
eyes continue. therefore, in a last ditch effort to keep his dignity—because 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, takao already had some medicine, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 did he even—and reaches to snatch the still–full pack. the ripples don’t grow more visible, only scattering. ]
[ he stiffens like a cat that’s had its tail stepped on. that faint quiver of lashes in telltale disquiet, but muted behind the rim of his glasses. he inwardly clamors, throat clearing. ] if you already took some, you have to wait. [ lips flatlining, but the ripple in his
( snrk. he swipes the offering with a simper, flipping it over to read the instructions with a diligence that would make shin—chan proud —— or at least his version of that particular emotion. )
reckon i can take it now if i only just took some an hour ago?