I'm behaving, I swear! My troublemaking delinquent days are long behind me!
[Okay, that might be a stretch, but he's got a steady job and a bank account and his very own micro-apartment, so he's well on his way to becoming an upstanding member of society. He hasn't been arrested in almost two whole years (mostly because the cops out here in sleepy Yumemigaoka aren't as quick as Tokyo cops). He might have caused one little disturbance in the fabric of reality, but really, who hasn't tried to trap everyone they know inside an elaborate metaphorical representation of their own existential dread?
Not Hibiki, that's who.]
...Sorry. I guess I can't blame you for hating middle-aged losers like me. Hell, even I wanted to punch that guy in the face.
[ It's weird, Hibiki thinks, how everyone just knows now. It's not horribly unpleasant at least, having that part of her heart bared... though maybe that's just because she'd kept it to herself for so long. Still, that just means that the best way to describe the feeling is "weird"... relief at not bottling it up, but discomfort at the newfound exposure. ]
[Ango's Disturbance put his deepest issues out there for everyone to see, so he totally understands that weird feeling. It's not shame, exactly - even if Ango were capable of feeling such a thing, his fellow Dreamers were surprisingly supportive (well, most of them, anyway). But he'd grown so used to squashing his loneliness and grief down into to something that could be drowned in booze that it all seemed normal. Sleeping on a park bench to hide from his own mistakes? Normal. Sabotaging every relationship he ever had? Completely normal.
Having people care about him? Now that shit was weird as fuck.]
Nah, it's cool! I had crappy parents, so I get it. Listen, if you ever wanna punch a dumbass and your old man ain't available, I'm here for you!
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[Okay, that might be a stretch, but he's got a steady job and a bank account and his very own micro-apartment, so he's well on his way to becoming an upstanding member of society. He hasn't been arrested in almost two whole years (mostly because the cops out here in sleepy Yumemigaoka aren't as quick as Tokyo cops). He might have caused one little disturbance in the fabric of reality, but really, who hasn't tried to trap everyone they know inside an elaborate metaphorical representation of their own existential dread?
Not Hibiki, that's who.]
...Sorry. I guess I can't blame you for hating middle-aged losers like me. Hell, even I wanted to punch that guy in the face.
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[ It's weird, Hibiki thinks, how everyone just knows now. It's not horribly unpleasant at least, having that part of her heart bared... though maybe that's just because she'd kept it to herself for so long. Still, that just means that the best way to describe the feeling is "weird"... relief at not bottling it up, but discomfort at the newfound exposure. ]
It's not that, I just...
[ A pause... ]
...Sorry, I know it's not fair to you, I just...
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Having people care about him? Now that shit was weird as fuck.]
Nah, it's cool! I had crappy parents, so I get it. Listen, if you ever wanna punch a dumbass and your old man ain't available, I'm here for you!
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Aha...! Just don't give me a reason to!
[ Her mood slightly lifted, Hibiki sighs. Punching her dad, huh... if only it were that easy. ]
If it means anything... I don't think you're as bad as my dad. You could just... stand to be way better.