And here I was just moaning to myself about how there hadn't been any of the kind of 585 I love lately! Your timing was marvelous.
Poor Hakkai, marching along to his own drummer there, with not a clue as to how to get himself where he wants to go. There's something weirdly right about his using the lipstick as some kind of connection with Gojyo's seemingly inaccessible world of sex and physical closeness. And Gojyo's insistence that whatever Hakkai's been up to, he wants to know and deal with it. And the moment when Hakkai's wondering whether he should leave, and Gojyo holds out his arms.
And Gojyo's tough guy mother hen routine the next morning: "Hakkai. Do you just not eat when I'm out? You just sit here getting weirder and weirder, or what? Eat your goddamn toast and stop looking at it like you're gonna disembowel it or something."
Not to mention Hakkai's technical analysis immediately afterward about why and how the toast is good ... .
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And here I was just moaning to myself about how there hadn't been any of the kind of 585 I love lately! Your timing was marvelous.
Poor Hakkai, marching along to his own drummer there, with not a clue as to how to get himself where he wants to go. There's something weirdly right about his using the lipstick as some kind of connection with Gojyo's seemingly inaccessible world of sex and physical closeness. And Gojyo's insistence that whatever Hakkai's been up to, he wants to know and deal with it. And the moment when Hakkai's wondering whether he should leave, and Gojyo holds out his arms.
And Gojyo's tough guy mother hen routine the next morning: "Hakkai. Do you just not eat when I'm out? You just sit here getting weirder and weirder, or what? Eat your goddamn toast and stop looking at it like you're gonna disembowel it or something."
Not to mention Hakkai's technical analysis immediately afterward about why and how the toast is good ... .
>loves<