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guido mista

hey hey, buongiorno what's up! leave me a message and i'll get back to you when i'm not asleep or whatever.

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Yeah. I figured.

[He's smiling, wry and unseen over Shuji's shoulder. He can tell, he thinks, when Shuji's stomping on his feelings.]

[Not that he's working too hard to let go right now either. He keeps rubbing circles, rests his chin on Shuji's shoulder.]

Sometimes you gotta cry. No shame. Get me?

I get you.

[It was inevitable, eventually. Shuji hates to cry in front of people, but if it's Mista, at least he knows Mista won't judge him.]

I think I'd take shrinking again over this.

If I could swap 'em out for you, I would. At least being small didn't hurt.

[And Shuji's definitely hurting.]

You want some water or something?

[He was nearly eaten by a frog, that would have hurt! Just in a different way.]

I wouldn't say no. Or hard liquor if we're no longer a dry campus. Does that have an exemption in case of trauma? Because it should.

[He scoffs.]

I'm a known hooligan, and hooligans don't give a shit about dry campuses. Real and true fact.

But I didn't bring anything. And I don't feel great about leaving you alone.

I'm not going to hurt myself or anything.

[He wants to live. He absolutely wants to live, no matter what memory-him decided to do.]

That's not what I'm worried about.

[He's worried about exactly what he said: leaving Shuji alone while he feels bad. It seems like a shitty thing to do to a friend.]

I trust you. I just don't wanna . . . I don't know. I don't wanna leave you when you're sad. That's all.

You're a good friend.

[Despite everything, Shuji manages to smile, a little bit.]

Water would be good, I think. I always get headachey after I cry.

[He gets headaches a lot.]

Well--

[He sort of puffs up a little, not sure how to respond to that. He tries to be, but he doesn't know how to say thank you without sounding--ugh. Full of himself, and not in the usual bluffing kind of way. His brows draw together a little.]

You're important to me, [is what he settles on eventually.] I'd drop anything to help you out. I'm just glad you asked this time.

[And he doesn't know what to do with himself, now. With his hands or his face or his words. His mouth works a little, before he focuses on Shuji's smile and cracks a sideways one himself.]

Get you some water. [He puts his hands on his knees and stands, glad to be moving.] And then later tonight or tomorrow night maybe we'll get you wasted like you want. Be right back. [And he darts off to the kitchenette, ducking back in in thirty seconds or so.]

[Shuji spends about twenty-five seconds of that going 'aaaa Mista said I'm important to him aaaaaa' in his head and hiding his face in his hands, only recovering slightly before Mista comes back out.

It's good to know he still has his priorities in the right place. Or. In the same place, which may or may not be the right one.]

Heyo.

[He flops down on the edge of the bed again, pushes the water into Shuji's hands, and settles in like he lives here. Taking up a little more space than he should, probably, knee bumping Shuji's companionably. He has this habit of making himself at home anywhere.]

[For now, he's content. It isn't over and he knows that, nothing's resolved that easily--but it's a start, and he's here, and he's happy to be exactly where he is.]

Drink up.

[It's not that easy, no - but Shuji's in a better place than he was before Mista came, and that's a start. Everyone has to begin from somewhere.

He takes a gulp of water. It helps, a little.]

...Hey, if you ever remember something like this... I'm not always the best at advice, but I'll listen, okay? I'm good at listening.

I know you are.

[He bumps Shuji's knee a little.]

Don't worry about it. If it happens, you'll be the first to know. I trust you with shit like that.

[He bumps Mista's knee back.]

Thanks. I hope you don't remember anything this bad, obviously but - yeah. If it happens.

[Well. That leaves him quiet a moment, lost in thought, before he responds.]

Kinda of two minds about that. I keep thinking I'm not the kind of guy who anything really important could ever have happened to. Not even in another place or time or possibility. I'm just me.

But then maybe everybody thinks that?

Most people think that way, I'm pretty sure. I mean, I'm not a famous novelist yet, I'm just a college student. Just me.

And your 'just you' is pretty cool, you know.

Yeah, well. I guess everybody thinks about themselves differently than everybody else thinks about them. Otherwise you'd be someone else instead of yourself.

[.............ok mista]

Thanks, though. I like your just you a lot too.

[That made no sense but it doesn't matter because Mista complimented him and that's way more important!]

Maybe you were even more cool in your hallucinomemories. You could have been the next Doc Holliday.

[...the fuck are tenses.]

[That jostles a big bark of laughter out of him.]

Yeah, I bet. I never even touched a gun before. That'd be kind of cool, though. [And he hums the opening notes of exactly what you expect this link to be.]

It could happen! I can just see you staring down some bad guy, ready to deliver justice.

[He'd be an excellent person to write a book about. Or a movie.]

I wouldn't mind it, I guess. I don't like hurting people, but if they just won't quit sometimes it's the only way.

[His brows draw together a bit.]

It's not right, though, hurting people no matter what they've done. That's what I was taught, even if it seems kinda backwards. You think people would still be okay with me if I was someone like that?

Absolutely.

[When Shuji's confident, it's usually overblown, puffing himself up to convince himself as well as others. This is different - a quiet confidence that can't picture any other answer.]

No matter what that person did, or was - you're still you. You're still here now, and you make your own choices. There's nothing you can do about the things you remember, but right now you've decided to be a really, really good person.

[. . . Yeah. That's different.]

[Shuji's faith in him seems the size of the whole sky, sometimes. In moments like these Mista doesn't know how to respond to him. The worst part of it is he feels like he's lying. He shouldn't tell Shuji what happened, why he had to leave home--but he's lying, making Shuji think he's a really, really good person, when honestly--]

[Sure, he is most of the time. But he's also not sorry about one thing that really matters.]

. . . You should be a motivational speaker or something. [He cracks a halfhearted grin.]

If you ever put me in a room with that many people, I'd probably choke on reciting the alphabet.

[So motivational speaking is out, unless motivational texting is a thing or he gets over social anxiety.]

Okay, just motivational speak to me then.

[It's not as lucrative, but at least Mista's appreciative?]

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