[ It's not until that blasé mention of drugs that things finally click. ]
-- you're Aak, aren't you.
[ Fuuta squints hard even as he grips harder into that handful of wetsuit. But even before his vision's properly cleared up, the shape of 'Haruka' before him still fritzing through with weird streaks of orange and black like he's trying to squint at two images laid over each other, his anger's already starting to make itself clear. Teeth grit audibly as his next exhale comes in a hard huff, then Fuuta abruptly fists his other hand into Aak's clothes as well, jerking him close so he can snarl right into the guy's face: ]
The hell's your fucking problem, seriously?!
[ It's not the first time he's yelled this at Aak, and it almost certainly won't be the last. But there's a genuine anger and venom to the words this time, something stronger than his usual bristly irritation, and Fuuta shakes Aak with both hands as he continues to bear in, practically barking each word at him. ]
-- you know how fucked up that is?! Pretending to be someone else like that! Do you have any idea what a messed up thing that could've been, aah?! [ Yes, they're drawing stares from the passersby, but he can't bring himself to care at the moment. A combination of sickly relief that someone like Haruka isn't actually here, disappointment that he continues to be stuck here without any familiar faces, and genuine anger at how bullshit this is has the words spilling forth before he can even think to catch them. ] You don't know shit about me, or where I've been! Who I thought you were! Or, what -- you think it would've been funny if I thought you were someone important to me? What if I thought they were in serious trouble? What if I thought they were dead! Are you fucking insane?!
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-- you're Aak, aren't you.
[ Fuuta squints hard even as he grips harder into that handful of wetsuit. But even before his vision's properly cleared up, the shape of 'Haruka' before him still fritzing through with weird streaks of orange and black like he's trying to squint at two images laid over each other, his anger's already starting to make itself clear. Teeth grit audibly as his next exhale comes in a hard huff, then Fuuta abruptly fists his other hand into Aak's clothes as well, jerking him close so he can snarl right into the guy's face: ]
The hell's your fucking problem, seriously?!
[ It's not the first time he's yelled this at Aak, and it almost certainly won't be the last. But there's a genuine anger and venom to the words this time, something stronger than his usual bristly irritation, and Fuuta shakes Aak with both hands as he continues to bear in, practically barking each word at him. ]
-- you know how fucked up that is?! Pretending to be someone else like that! Do you have any idea what a messed up thing that could've been, aah?! [ Yes, they're drawing stares from the passersby, but he can't bring himself to care at the moment. A combination of sickly relief that someone like Haruka isn't actually here, disappointment that he continues to be stuck here without any familiar faces, and genuine anger at how bullshit this is has the words spilling forth before he can even think to catch them. ] You don't know shit about me, or where I've been! Who I thought you were! Or, what -- you think it would've been funny if I thought you were someone important to me? What if I thought they were in serious trouble? What if I thought they were dead! Are you fucking insane?!