[ what is a meme… dextera decides not to ask, because it doesn’t sound like midorima knows either. under command, he drinks his juice. the taste is refreshing and just slightly sweet, but it’s hard to enjoy when he feels so down.
but this must be an indication to talk about what ails him. sipping slowly, dextera thinks. ]
…
[ finally, after worrying the straw between his teeth, he glances up at midorima. ]
Today is the day my world ended. May 14th. [ or, “the fifth month,” but the lunatian calendar lines up just fine. ] I remember… seeing it.
no subject
but this must be an indication to talk about what ails him. sipping slowly, dextera thinks. ]
…
[ finally, after worrying the straw between his teeth, he glances up at midorima. ]
Today is the day my world ended. May 14th. [ or, “the fifth month,” but the lunatian calendar lines up just fine. ] I remember… seeing it.