[We're just trading back and forth horrendous memories, not caring that Matsui and D really shouldn't suffer so much emotional pain.
This time, D simply lies on the ground by Matsui, one arm resting over Matsui's chest and shoulders where he had thrown them aside. This is the WORST, don't just put all of his insecurities and heartaches ON DISPLAY.]
It was annoying.
[He means having his mind palace peeled open for all to see, not what happened. Slowly, he pushes himself up with his other forearm, lifting his head, expression exasperated.]
I could do without this... non-consenting overshare.
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This time, D simply lies on the ground by Matsui, one arm resting over Matsui's chest and shoulders where he had thrown them aside. This is the WORST, don't just put all of his insecurities and heartaches ON DISPLAY.]
It was annoying.
[He means having his mind palace peeled open for all to see, not what happened. Slowly, he pushes himself up with his other forearm, lifting his head, expression exasperated.]
I could do without this... non-consenting overshare.