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Re: text, 1:14 am

[gnasher]

[ -- and Rin realises roughly 3.42 minutes later that his open draft to haru is no longer a draft, but rather has been SENT]

Fuck! Unsend. Unsend. Shit, fuck. Fuck!

[somewhere down the hall, where good little swimmers are tucked in bed, Rei sharply yells something back, which Rin of course ignores in favour of trying to collapse his own stupid head in with his hands]

Fuuuuck.

text: 1:34 am 1/3

[deepend]

[ he probably got this either as a wall of text or in split messages bc it was too long............ ]

what is this?

[deepend]

why are you talking like this?

[deepend]

i don't understand. we didn't race today. did you dream it? do you want to race right now? it's late.

[gnasher]

[oh my god. he wants to die. he wants to strangle himself with the curtains. he wants to smash his head through the coffee table]

[okay, okay. breathe. suppress suicidal urges regarding swallowing the remote control. you can get yourself out of this, because Haru is a puddle-brained idiot and you are Matsuoka Rin, Samezuka's ace!!!]

[(oh god oh god oh god oh god he's so screwed)]

are you really that much of a conceited guy? who says i dream about racing you? get real! and who wants to race at 1 in the morning?

[gnasher]

[no, that's not right. shit! this is why those drafts were so important, god damnit!]

[this isn't how he wanted their first text conversation to go at all!]

i would, but you wouldn't be at your best. it would be too easy of a win, is what i'm saying.

1/3

[deepend]

[ it's not even like you have a face to save with Haru, Rinrin ... he knows what an absolute embarrassment you are already why do you think he loves wants to swim with you. ]

you sound like you need sleep. i keep trying to make sense of those messages.

[deepend]

why wouldn't i be at my best? i'm not tired.

[deepend]

i won't tolerate excuses like that.

[gnasher]

[this guy,, is the fucking worst]

excuses? i could beat you on a week of no sleep, forget a few hours. the messages were just a mistake. don't read into it.

[please]

[please don't read into it]

[deepend]

i don't believe you.

[gnasher]

like i care what you believe!

[the joke: hE cARes SO MUcH]

[deepend]

that's a lot to send if it's a mistake.

if you want to race i will. i want to swim with you too.

[gnasher]

[gnasher]

drop it already. a mistake's a mistake. i just sat on my phone.

[gnasher]

but if it's a race you want, then i won't hold back, haru!

1/2

[deepend]

[ no he won't drop it ]

i didn't know you could type all of that while sitting on a phone.

dramatic ellipsis

[deepend]

i won't hold back either ...

i hate you

[gnasher]

[fuckingm,mgmj]

that's not what happened shut up that's not even possible

[deepend]

so you typed it all, didn't send it, then sat on your phone

[gnasher]

[winner winner mackerel dinner]

no! what are you so obsessed with this for? it's not important.

[gnasher]

[ah]

[ex...cept]

tomorrow. makoto took my key to the pool away.

[deepend]

giving up?

[gnasher]

are your eyes too tired to read? tomorrow, i said. only makoto can open the pool for us.

[deepend]

there are other ways to race ...

[ like text races. ]