STOP it, I’m emotional
night swimming is good for your health
Let’s go home.
It’s alright. We all have our scars.
I’m not like you.
My favorite trope is Haru cornering Mako one day and stonefaced saying, “I know you like me.”
And Mako will stammer, “I what? I don’t.. How do you know?” because he thinks he’s been so covert and secret.
But Haru just presses closer and blinks a few times. “I’m ready to have the sex now.”
And Mako realizes that Haru has been well aware of Makoto’s feelings and have accepted that in their own twisted way they’ve been boyfriends for years, probably forever.
yo, ho all hands
hoist the colours high
heave ho, thieves and beggars
never shall we die