draw a line to me and i'll draw a line to you.

[depthless]

heyyy look

[«screenshot_09424.png» —it's of a web map showing a route from Link and Yoshiki's apartment to a small museum of Eastern European art. There's a restaurant marked just off their connecting train stop.]

I think i'm nailing this. Perfect date structure
Lunch AND cool shit AND the trip's not too long AND it's useful for school AND
It'd be fun
Right??

[...Yoshiki can see just how cool Link is playing it, since when Link bounces his leg with restless energy, his knee is right next to Yoshiki's knee. His shoulders are hitched up and his head is tucked low while he types on his phone, which is exactly why they're sitting together in the back of the lecture hall.]

Comments

[depthless]

Thats basically what most people said...lol
Pretty simple in the end

[...Yeah. In the end, it could be pretty simple. Link...The monster learned through classes like this one that human beings look for meaning in all kinds of things. Stories, pictures, clouds, moments. Echoes of one memory in another.

People want it all to make sense.]

Makes sense to me too
Hey

[Link has sunk a little lower in his seat, but he isn't fussing and bumping like a crated puppy, now. He's not pressing against the cork of his boyish form. Just huddling a bit, more like with a satisfied secret than nursing worry.]

[ughhh]

[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.]

Hey?

[depthless]

[Hey? Link is looking at the message. He's still looking down at his phone. His thumbs hover over the screen's face, not touching down upon the keyboard, for a few long moments like he's freeze-framed in the instant before falling. Like he's suspended just outside of the inevitable gravity.

He swallows, and goes back into motion. He's typing again. He must be falling.]

Im really glad

[That's just the only way he knows to say it.]

[ughhh]

[They're still in the middle of class.

Of course, they don't have to be here. They could leave. They could walk out together. This professor--well, she's a bit scatterbrained, so she probably wouldn't notice them getting up and going out. Right now she's wrestling with getting a presentation up on the big screen. At least half of the class is asleep or dozing off. It's quiet, sure, but they could make themselves even more quiet on the way out...]

If

[His thumbs, senseless, fumble over the keys. Dumbass.]

I wasn't sure if we

[Complete dumbass.]

If our steps were aligned so to speak but now I know they were
That they are

[...]

Aligned

[Completely hopeless dumbass.]

I didn't want to be the only one thinking it