[ rover 26, it was— so, tsuna searches. he walks along, steps hurrying in a fast walk, fingers fidgeting against his palms ( he's kind of nervous— ). when the rover is sighted, he goes forth, at first looking up, around, to make sure if vriska was outside before needing to knock ( where he does, a light clank clank against the rover's door, keeping his head mostly lowered, expression solemn and far away ). instead of the basic cdc storm jackets, given upon arrival, what he's been using— tsuna comes sporting the green team uniform, fresh, neat and lean fitted, probably even had that new clothes smell. he's gone, since that day, treating the wound left by the torn arrow, visiting medical for various changes and rinsing, of alternatives to keep the pain doable. it was only today that someone had offered a healing, which he had been thankful for— he was able to eat with much less discomfort, speaking, even better. gone completely, it isn't— it leaves a jagged pair of scars, a reminiscence that would linger and never fail to remind.
then again, who would forget about that?
pain shaped one just as much as happiness and sadness did. they all walked hand in hand, determining a person's path in life, what they'd learn and what they would choose to do. who they'd be. he's made a choice. he had to make a choice—
and this time, he wouldn't screw up again. not when so many people were counting on him. ]
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[ rover 26, it was— so, tsuna searches. he walks along, steps hurrying in a fast walk, fingers fidgeting against his palms ( he's kind of nervous— ). when the rover is sighted, he goes forth, at first looking up, around, to make sure if vriska was outside before needing to knock ( where he does, a light clank clank against the rover's door, keeping his head mostly lowered, expression solemn and far away ). instead of the basic cdc storm jackets, given upon arrival, what he's been using— tsuna comes sporting the green team uniform, fresh, neat and lean fitted, probably even had that new clothes smell. he's gone, since that day, treating the wound left by the torn arrow, visiting medical for various changes and rinsing, of alternatives to keep the pain doable. it was only today that someone had offered a healing, which he had been thankful for— he was able to eat with much less discomfort, speaking, even better. gone completely, it isn't— it leaves a jagged pair of scars, a reminiscence that would linger and never fail to remind.
then again, who would forget about that?
pain shaped one just as much as happiness and sadness did. they all walked hand in hand, determining a person's path in life, what they'd learn and what they would choose to do. who they'd be. he's made a choice. he had to make a choice—
and this time, he wouldn't screw up again. not when so many people were counting on him. ]