Sometimes it's easy to forget that the body I'm in here, I'll be in when I get back home.
[he waves a hand at the glass after he's done filling half of his lonely mug with steaming coffee.
two drugs ready to mix, ready to wake him up, lift him up, and then push him right back over.
of course, hiruma doesn't bother elaborating on sakamoto's tall tale; he works closely enough with an alcoholic to know when someone finds solace in a few drinks. here, whatever. here, it doesn't matter. and isn't that a pretty mindset?]
If it's good for the heart, then, ah. By all means, right?
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[he waves a hand at the glass after he's done filling half of his lonely mug with steaming coffee.
two drugs ready to mix, ready to wake him up, lift him up, and then push him right back over.
of course, hiruma doesn't bother elaborating on sakamoto's tall tale; he works closely enough with an alcoholic to know when someone finds solace in a few drinks. here, whatever. here, it doesn't matter. and isn't that a pretty mindset?]
If it's good for the heart, then, ah. By all means, right?