action and text; @bacura

[mellowyellow]

[It's late on the seventh when Masaomi wakes up on a church pew. At first, he can't bring himself to do anything other than stare at his hands. Slowly he raises them above his head, takes in the palms, flips them over, hesitantly touches the backs, slides his fingers down his own arms.

He's whole.

Suddenly, he digs his nails in. It hurts, and he pulls back, leaving harsh red marks. Masaomi sits up then, still staring like he can't believe his own senses.

He's not crying. You're crying.]


[It's not until the eighth that he sends out another text. No ominous snapshots this time.]

Didn't cut it as a carny.

Comments

[mellowyellow]

Too many, if you'll believe it!

I guess I was just more than they could handle.

[sweetwater]

They missed out. You can't juggle with only one arm.

[mellowyellow]

Guess I'll have to stick to tightrope walking and unicycles from now on.

[sweetwater]

Have you tried combining them for a little extra something?

[mellowyellow]

Something tells me they wouldn't appreciate my incredible skills anyway.

Next time I'll just have to show off for you instead!

[sweetwater]

I'd be a fool to say no to an offer of entertainment of that caliber.

[mellowyellow]

I would be honored to perform for you~~~

But I wouldn't be against recruiting a fool for my new act either.

(★ω★)b

[sweetwater]

Touché.

Unfortunately for you I'm too cute to be a jester of any kind.

[mellowyellow]

A dancer then! For all the right frills and thrills!

[sweetwater]

Luck would have it that I'm an excellent dancer. Likely the best in Beacon.

[mellowyellow]

Really?

Really really?

Cute AND a dancer?

I wanna see! I have to see!!

Let me watch!

Pretty please with a cherry on top!