[Simple? Hardly. But it'd be stupid of Yoshiki to unload his many, many anxieties when they're 1) in the middle of a class on art history, and 2) this was his idea in the first place. He's not allowed to bitch when it was all up to him. He can't complain about his stomach tying itself into horrors. He shouldn't expect a pat on the back for pursuing his own selfish desires like everybody else.
So,]
General consensus then, full steam ahead
[He tells himself not to look, but he can't really help it. His peripheral vision doesn't satisfy. Tilting his head, he sneaks a glance over at Link--he should still take the phone away from him. They're in the middle of class. He should go ahead and do that...
He ends up sinking a little lower, too, in his seat, as if that will afford them more privacy.]
no subject
So,]
General consensus then, full steam ahead
[He tells himself not to look, but he can't really help it. His peripheral vision doesn't satisfy. Tilting his head, he sneaks a glance over at Link--he should still take the phone away from him. They're in the middle of class. He should go ahead and do that...
He ends up sinking a little lower, too, in his seat, as if that will afford them more privacy.]
Hey?