[ it is all a manner of how one copes, and games does it for shoyo. any kind of game or competition can have something tense feel just a touch better, and when that attempt is rejected (without ill meaning or intent), shoyo feels it like a sinking anchor against his doggy paddling to keep swimming.
there’s still a lot to learn and plenty of new, startling information that has been given but has yet to really sink in. he retreats, types an answer, ]
no joseph thinks werewolf
[ lays back-flat against his bed, and sets his volleyball over his head rhythmically. it’s the middle of the night, but it’s a game. the laptop screen feels like a nightlight. how many times could he bounce before the next message?
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (he doesn’t think about it, and feels a touch better). ]
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there’s still a lot to learn and plenty of new, startling information that has been given but has yet to really sink in. he retreats, types an answer, ]
no
joseph thinks werewolf
[ lays back-flat against his bed, and sets his volleyball over his head rhythmically. it’s the middle of the night, but it’s a game. the laptop screen feels like a nightlight. how many times could he bounce before the next message?
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, (he doesn’t think about it, and feels a touch better). ]