“Oh hello there.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night Moron.” he stated placing a hand to his forehead “Your talking is starting to give me a headache.” he huffed standing from his chair that he had sat in and started to walk down the street pulling his hood over his head to keep the sunlight from hitting him.
“What about seeing you dead?” Of course he didn’t mean it, he’s just tired to think of something else to say. “And so is your face. Better hide it forever.” The blonde man threw his cigarette and turned his back on the other male while ruffling his hair. This is not going anywhere and their conversation doesn’t mean anything or have any sense at all.
"Then you’ll just be out of luck until it’s my time." he stated frowning at the others next phrase "Mhm right I’ll be sure to do that." he rubbed at his forehead for a moment before glancing over at the blonde "If you want to hit me with any other insults might as well get them out now while I bother to somewhat care."
“Aoba-San are you okay?”
“Yes I’m alright.”
“I’m just wondering, because you sounded a bit sad.”
"I suppose I just miss my parents a little is all, even though they’re not coming back I already know that."