yea his thing said ships piracy food n bugs but bugs r fuckin disgusting n im not fitting a boat in this place unless its a toy i see ppl talking abt the meat room so i mite invesstigate
They don't have to be REAL bugs. Or a real ship. It's the thought that counts. The meat room is terrifying. It's literally made OF meat. Please don't go to the meat room.
Also I don't want to insult you. All the time. Sometimes I want to be nice to you, even though you make it extremely difficult.
I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out since I met you. Either you hate me and resent the fact that you're so important to me, because it's annoying, because you've kissed and slept with people who are much cooler and smarter and more interesting than I am, and they don't cry about everything or misunderstand things or screw up everything they say or
( there is a very small part of hao that considers just. ghosting koby again, because — fuck off, who asked? except for hao, who explicitly asked. the whole message is annoying as shit.
fortunately slash unfortunately, there's a much larger part of hao that's immediately pissed off when he rereads koby's words a second time over, the dark, confusing mess of hao's energy flaring, crackling, churning. )
u think i hate u????? i take it back u rlly dont know shit
No, I don't. I literally just said I didn't. I know that I don't understand anything or know how to do this or I've never done any of this before. You're the first person who ever touched me like that, and you didn't do it to hurt me or scare me or remind me that you were bigger and stronger and could do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted. And you could've, and you didn't and I don't
I don't know what that means. I don't know what that makes us, but I'm going to be thankful for that for the rest of my life. And I know that's a lot, it's too much, because I'm too much, so why wouldn't you hate that?
( hao's reading comprehension fucking sucks, especially when he's zeroed in on literal insane shit like the idea that he could possibly hate koby, unfathomable in pretty much every sense considering.
considering — )
yea well it was also alot when u almost died n ppl came rubbing it in every1s faces on the network that other ppl couldnt come c u
that i couldnt come c u it pissed me tf off bc all i wanted 2 do was make sure u were ok
they made it p clear who was important n who u cared abt the most n it wasnt me so w/e me n my bruised ego r getting over it
[Honestly it takes Koby a hot second to figure out what Hao's saying, mostly because he typically sends much, much shorter messages. But the meaning makes itself clear finally: he'd been worried, he'd been frustrated by not being allowed to come see Koby. Because he didn't hate him. Because he cared.
In the hazy, strange, still-new world of color and sound and emotion, Koby's blush-colored aura nudges up against Hao's, a pulse of something between fondness and gratitude, something akin to a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, to that teary-eyed thankfulness up against the wall of Otherworld.]
It wasn't just you. Nobody could come see me, not my crew, not my boyfriend, not anyone except Shanks. Because he's the only person here who knew what was happening and how to keep it from killing me.
( hao really, really, really wants to be a fucking brat and complain about q and shanks (as though his concern wasn't immediately channeled into being a fucking aggressive asshole to both of them on the network. as though he wasn't goaded by aemond into trying to go to the hunting lodge anyway despite clear instructions not to because he's not a pussy, he just wanted to eat some, and he got haki-yote from miles away by shanks and landed on his ass, embarrassed). unfortunately (fortunately?), this whole stupid conversation has gotten deeper than he wanted and probably will ever want, so like.
[There's a moment where Koby feels that faraway, churning, fraught aura that's as sharp-edged as any blade, that's careless and brash and abrasive, that probably could stand to soften itself a bit. But then: he wouldn't be Hao if he were soft. If nothing else, Koby's good at accepting people like they are now, rather than how they could be.
So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.
( it's stupid — because back at home, this is the part where he'd start lovebombing the shit out of his flavor of the moment, absolutely basking in how much they like him, how much they want to be around him. the uncertainty he has with koby, though, no matter how many times koby says he cares about him ...
it all feels so uncertain. )
does it matter
( this is not the first time he's asked koby this recently, but his point still stands. does it matter? unspoken: does hao matter? koby has his boyfriend, after all. why should he matter? )
[Another nudge, this one a bit more pointed, pink aura wrapping around Hao's for a moment in the metaphysical equivalent of smushing his face between palms.]
Yes, it matters. It matters a lot. I meant what I said, regardless of where I go or what changes, I'm carrying you with me, Hao. It's always going to have been you, the first time, and you're going to have made it good.
( hao's been — resisting, really, any and all attempts on koby's end to make his presence known, share the depths of his feelings in a way that words can't quite articulate. it's not even intentional, for once. he's just kinda ... used to shoving shit down that doesn't benefit him, like feeling sad or jealous.
except maybe he's not always the best at it. maybe. (definitely.)
so, he lets him in. exhales, feels the persistent koby-ness of it all, familiar and warm and maybe the dark aura that pulses erratically from hao evens out, even if only for a moment. it doesn't last. )
[There's a moment of thought that doesn't last very long, mostly because that's right about when Koby's stroking metaphysical fingers down over Hao's teeming, dark aura like he's petting a reluctantly purring cat. Then:]
Probably. You have an annoyingly endearing way about you.
Do you think you'd still like me if your dick was never inside me?
( it's probably sent a little too quickly, like he was expecting that question. it smells a little too earnest in here, so time to diffuse shit a little bit. )
idk if i told u but i kinda have a thing 4 cute nerds 🙄🙄 it was inevittabel
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its luffy
thats the hat guy rite
i cant decide if ur commplimenting me or not
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He's the captain, yes, with the straw hat. He's actually probably the easiest to shop for, besides Usopp or me.
He likes food. And the ocean. And food. And more food. That's his main hobby, actually.
I never know if I'm complimenting or insulting you either, actually. I feel like even if I tried insulting you, you'd like it too much.
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i see ppl talking abt the meat room so i mite invesstigate
( god, he fucking hates being Perceived!! )
yea maybe
( grumble grumble grumble. )
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The meat room is terrifying. It's literally made OF meat.
Please don't go to the meat room.
Also I don't want to insult you. All the time. Sometimes I want to be nice to you, even though you make it extremely difficult.
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( he absolutely will be, but whatever. )
u dont make ne sense
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I make sense. I make SO much sense. I think exhaustively about everything I do or say, and that makes it make sense.
You're the one who never says what you mean.
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🙄
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Or you don't.
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fortunately slash unfortunately, there's a much larger part of hao that's immediately pissed off when he rereads koby's words a second time over, the dark, confusing mess of hao's energy flaring, crackling, churning. )
u think i hate u?????
i take it back u rlly dont know shit
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I know that I don't understand anything or know how to do this or
I've never done any of this before. You're the first person who ever touched me like that, and you didn't do it to hurt me or scare me or remind me that you were bigger and stronger and could do anything you wanted, whenever you wanted. And you could've, and you didn't and I don't
I don't know what that means. I don't know what that makes us, but I'm going to be thankful for that for the rest of my life. And I know that's a lot, it's too much, because I'm too much, so why wouldn't you hate that?
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considering — )
yea
well
it was also alot when u almost died n ppl came rubbing it in every1s faces on the network that other ppl couldnt come c u
that i couldnt come c u
it pissed me tf off bc all i wanted 2 do was make sure u were ok
they made it p clear who was important n who u cared abt the most n it wasnt me so w/e me n my bruised ego r getting over it
i obv dont hate u dumbass
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[Honestly it takes Koby a hot second to figure out what Hao's saying, mostly because he typically sends much, much shorter messages. But the meaning makes itself clear finally: he'd been worried, he'd been frustrated by not being allowed to come see Koby. Because he didn't hate him. Because he cared.
In the hazy, strange, still-new world of color and sound and emotion, Koby's blush-colored aura nudges up against Hao's, a pulse of something between fondness and gratitude, something akin to a drowning man clinging to a life preserver, to that teary-eyed thankfulness up against the wall of Otherworld.]
It wasn't just you. Nobody could come see me, not my crew, not my boyfriend, not anyone except Shanks. Because he's the only person here who knew what was happening and how to keep it from killing me.
Well. But do you LIKE me?
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he doesn't.
instead: )
fucking duh
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So he doesn't choose violence, he doesn't worm his way into Hao's aura and pick out all the things he could be offended about. He picks this battle instead:]
Well, you've never said it. Maybe you should say it and I'll stop getting confused.
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sure
i like u
"LIKE u" in ur words
( it's stupid — because back at home, this is the part where he'd start lovebombing the shit out of his flavor of the moment, absolutely basking in how much they like him, how much they want to be around him. the uncertainty he has with koby, though, no matter how many times koby says he cares about him ...
it all feels so uncertain. )
does it matter
( this is not the first time he's asked koby this recently, but his point still stands. does it matter? unspoken: does hao matter? koby has his boyfriend, after all. why should he matter? )
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[Another nudge, this one a bit more pointed, pink aura wrapping around Hao's for a moment in the metaphysical equivalent of smushing his face between palms.]
Yes, it matters. It matters a lot. I meant what I said, regardless of where I go or what changes, I'm carrying you with me, Hao. It's always going to have been you, the first time, and you're going to have made it good.
That matters.
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except maybe he's not always the best at it. maybe. (definitely.)
so, he lets him in. exhales, feels the persistent koby-ness of it all, familiar and warm and maybe the dark aura that pulses erratically from hao evens out, even if only for a moment. it doesn't last. )
do u think ud still like me if like
my dick was never inside u
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Probably. You have an annoyingly endearing way about you.
Do you think you'd still like me if your dick was never inside me?
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( it's probably sent a little too quickly, like he was expecting that question. it smells a little too earnest in here, so time to diffuse shit a little bit. )
idk if i told u but i kinda have a thing 4 cute nerds 🙄🙄
it was inevittabel
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Hyunsu is hardly a NERD. He's twice your height.
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Neither would you.
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his tallness just makes his nerdyness hotter
or visa versa
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[NOT THAT IT MATTERS.]
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very 😌
and deseptivly muscle-y
😌😌😌😌😌
( he's in Luv. )
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