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Daisuke gets off to the thought of Curly
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“Why did everything always have to lead back to Curly, he rolled onto his stomach and shoved his face into his pillow, feeling a familiar pooling of heat in his gut. Not now, why now? It’s not like anyone was awake, but he felt too guilty to actually do something.”
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“You know what usually helped my kids with missing their mother?” He asked with a small smile. “What?” The brunette asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
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Swansea comforts Daisuke through more homesickness, while also helping his own.
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Daisuke rants to Curly about his personal feelings.
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"Daisuke’s brows furrowed, biting down on his tongue before he spoke again, taking his hand off of Curly’s chest. Listening to the light wheezing that released itself from the man’s broken mouth. “Tulpar has gotten boring with you in here,” He admitted with a scoffed chuckle. “I bet you get lonely, huh?” He continued on, his smiling slightly dying. ... "
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Daisuke and Curly have a very peaceful and gentle conversation late at night while everyone else is asleep.
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Daisuke was sitting in the lounge, playing some random game he had on his gameboy. The nighttime window screen shining a dark blue light onto him. As far as he was aware everyone was sleeping, or at least in their quarters. He kind of enjoyed sitting by the screen, in a way it gave him some kind of sense of security. It was peaceful, and the light at this time was dim. It barely lit up the whole area. ...
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Raj wasn’t one to go to parties, they were crowded and unfortunately for him the day he was invited Wayne wasn’t there. He’d been sick, so Raj would be going alone. He usually wouldn’t but it would be rude to just not show up...
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Then he says between staggered breaths, scared, cornered, and Jimmy, and Anya feels her blood run ice cold in an all-too familiar way. Her stomach drops as she remembers seeing him in the lounge bantering with the co-pilot before she headed to bed, the two of them surrounded by empty cocktail glasses with Swansea sitting on standby a few feet away. She swore he was still there when she left, she’s sure he was, he must’ve—
She should have seen the warning signs, should have recognised it, should have done something. But nobody does, her brain unhelpfully supplies. Nobody ever does.
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or; anya finds the strength to tell curly what jimmy did, but only after daisuke tells her first. she wasn’t his only victim.
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