( at least lighter can pick up on cues. this alone may be what keeps his possibility of a passing grade alive. trash is accepted, and—unceremoniously crumpled in a sudden, tight fist. frustration does not begin to even brush against the tide of feeling two months swallowed down, but when ratio opens his mouth to say as much, a rising set of cheers and shouts from the crowd drowns out whatever there was to say; another match is beginning. some might even call it a sign, to better leave things unsaid.
but once again, this ain’t about that. in lieu of words, he merely fixes lighter with a steely glare. you’re not fixing to sneak back up there, are you. better not, and certainly he would hope not, but hopes are rarely enough to avoid repeated mistakes on them alone. )
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but once again, this ain’t about that. in lieu of words, he merely fixes lighter with a steely glare. you’re not fixing to sneak back up there, are you. better not, and certainly he would hope not, but hopes are rarely enough to avoid repeated mistakes on them alone. )