this boy - franz ferdinandgive me some more, i’ll have another one / and this boy’s so spectacular
cable tv - fol cheni’ve gotta make an appointment just to kiss you / won’t you come away with me, i’m not rich but the first night is on me
short change hero - the heavyi know just what you’re running from / doing things just to please your crowd, when i love you like the way i love you
carried away - passion pitlisten—i’m your friend, but not a friend worth noting / let’s just keep pretending to be friends
makin’ out - mark owenyou say shut up, shut up, every time i say it
son of a gun - motion city soundtracki know i deserve every elegant word you’re hurling at me / pissing you off just for fun, it’s oh so romantic
basketcase(ness) - cheese on breadthis can’t be real! this can’t be what i really feel / you are the perfect match for the ugly narcissistic me
i’m with you - grouplovewhen i make believe that i’m falling for you, you know it’s true
hero - family of the yearlet me go, i don’t want to be your hero, just wanna fight like everyone else
we’re happening - the vaccineswhen i come out you don’t really get it, it freaks you out but only cause you let it
+ SECRET BONUS TRACK
I tried to work while sick and… well, no today was still a good day ｡*･♪✿
Just a few questions, he says. That’s all the officer asks for, and it’s what he doesn’t ask that speaks the loudest of all. How she’s doing, is she all right, that he understands how difficult this must be for her, to describe the horrifying scene she’d happened upon that morning with as many details as she can recall, when she’d like nothing more than to forget it ever happened at all.
The police are used to it, to seeing those sorts of things, so maybe it’s easy for this man to forget the fact that she’s scared. That most people would be unnerved after looking into another person’s face as they hung inverted and lifeless, eyes clouded over, limbs stiffly angled, face frozen in an expression that they couldn’t have imagined seeing in reality until it was right in front of them.
The facts he wants from her are different than these, but his tone is kind enough, his manner just awkward enough she can imagine that this is shocking for him too, that he doesn’t realize how it sounds. Just a few questions, Konishi-san, that’s all.
She doesn’t want to go to the police station, to repeat the same things over again, but she rises to her feet anyway. He smiles, and she’s certain it’s kindness she sees there. That perhaps in private, he’ll tell her he understands, that things will be alright, that Inaba is still safe, and so is she. It’s a lie, and she knows that. Just not nearly well enough.
Maybe it was just a dream? A trick of the light? Ahhh I don’t know! I bet I’m the only one stupid enough to take Satonaka seriously. I’m going to bed now.
He’s the best
drew some kanji for zenis, like 80% of our conversations are about this boy