[upsetting news! the most mid white guy you know has some supernatural bullshit happening in his life, too. what the fuck.
wanting revenge for a lost loved one is something mizu understands. it's simple. completely normal. easy to wrap her mind around. considering she's been swinging a sword around since the age of 6, all in the name of her revenge, she totally gets why a little boy would want to put a few bullets in someone who killed his brother.
it's the everything else that she's having trouble understanding. she has absolutely zero frames of reference for werewolves or clowns. she doesn't even know what a bicycle is?? white people's boogiemen be wild, actually.
she glances at him then. still tense from the last five minutes and silent, but waiting to see if he's going to say anything or if he's going to simply try leave now — even though they're both lost in the maze.]
[God he would love to just be mid. He would give his other arm to stay mid.
It's for the best this isn't his first time seeing this one. It's his second peek at it today, and it was the first brush he'd had with these magic mirrors. He's doing better now.
That doesn't stop him rooting to the spot like he'd been pinned by arrows. That's after he withdraws from the visions on either side, dead center in the aisle as he watches with a shaking hand and a mouth clapped tight.
(will it stay in the glass this time? will it come out to play? will it push upon the surface and bulge it out, pawing to break free like all those years before)
When the bullets fire and the blows rain down on the boys he flinches, shutting his eyes and bowing his head. He can only cover one ear, half deaf to the screams and the growls. Worst is the crying. Watching these two idiot kids bawling in the street, clinging to each other for dear life, neither one with a clue about the hell that's coming. That's only the beginning boys. You think it's rough now?
When the scene cuts out Richie holds position a moment. Settling himself before letting his head raise some. He doesn't look back to Mizu, his back still staunchly towards her.]
...You know...for a "fun"-house, we're sure having a real shit time.
[Fuck this.
Richie tucks his hand in his pocket and makes to leave.]
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wanting revenge for a lost loved one is something mizu understands. it's simple. completely normal. easy to wrap her mind around. considering she's been swinging a sword around since the age of 6, all in the name of her revenge, she totally gets why a little boy would want to put a few bullets in someone who killed his brother.
it's the everything else that she's having trouble understanding. she has absolutely zero frames of reference for werewolves or clowns. she doesn't even know what a bicycle is?? white people's boogiemen be wild, actually.
she glances at him then. still tense from the last five minutes and silent, but waiting to see if he's going to say anything or if he's going to simply try leave now — even though they're both lost in the maze.]
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It's for the best this isn't his first time seeing this one. It's his second peek at it today, and it was the first brush he'd had with these magic mirrors. He's doing better now.
That doesn't stop him rooting to the spot like he'd been pinned by arrows. That's after he withdraws from the visions on either side, dead center in the aisle as he watches with a shaking hand and a mouth clapped tight.
(will it stay in the glass this time? will it come out to play? will it push upon the surface and bulge it out, pawing to break free like all those years before)
When the bullets fire and the blows rain down on the boys he flinches, shutting his eyes and bowing his head. He can only cover one ear, half deaf to the screams and the growls. Worst is the crying. Watching these two idiot kids bawling in the street, clinging to each other for dear life, neither one with a clue about the hell that's coming. That's only the beginning boys. You think it's rough now?
When the scene cuts out Richie holds position a moment. Settling himself before letting his head raise some. He doesn't look back to Mizu, his back still staunchly towards her.]
...You know...for a "fun"-house, we're sure having a real shit time.
[Fuck this.
Richie tucks his hand in his pocket and makes to leave.]
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so she lets him leave, watching his retreating back. goodbye, not-so-mid white man.
they can probably talk about this later. maybe...? or maybe not.]