bryology (mosses) ologies episode my fucking beloved................. i love mosses so much......
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Hi! Thanks for checking in! Yes I'm still in the woods. Yes the moss is very cosy and the sunlight is dappled. Of course I've seen some good frogs, what do you take me for?!
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wizard's duel? no, you heard me wrong, i said wizard's gruel. i'm houngry
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thinking about being roomates with yuta again. you're both strangers to each other when you move in. the both of you talk about boundaries and habits and whatever else that might prevent an argument in the future. he's a light sleeper, you have a habit of leaving the house late; he likes showering in the morning, yours are at night and don't usually take more than 10 minutes; he's a bit messy, and so are you. you keep the list in the back of your mind and hope the two of you get along. he seems nice.
it doesn't take long for the both of you to grow accustomed to each other's schedules. there unsurprisingly isn't much overlap between when the both of you are home because of your differing courses. you catch glimpses of each other throughout the day. after lunch. after your 2:30. right before you finally tuck into bed late on wednesdays and fridays.
despite this there is a time in the week where you completely align. sundays are completely free. the apartment for once actually feels like it's being shared rather than simply cohabited.
silently, a part of you wishes it were always like this. part of you hates to mention that all the time spent away from the house isn't much time that's actually spent at all. stuck at the library, or any other odd in-between, you secretly count down the seconds to catch his figure retreating into his room just as you plant yourself on the couch.
you find out he's actually a little more odd than you initially thought, catching yourself wondering if he's thinking the same about you.
weirdly, as time pushes on and sundays continue to pass you by with him intwined into them, you can't help but notice the growing tension between the two of you.
new unspoken rules begin to rise. the spoken agreements are silently broken. glimpses turn into glances and then those fester into looks and gazes. eventually they're returned. you aren't sure who started it first, looking down and finding just as much dirt beneath your own nails.
things were fine once, simply civil at its worst. yet now they seem to have been flipped over and disturbed. the growing connection between you two should have you raising your brows, but you've never felt so pleasantly looked forward to.
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Don't you ever give up hope. Not today. Not tomorrow. You were born with an infinite imagination. If one dream is shattered, pick up the pieces you can and create a new dream. Yes, reinventing yourself takes grit. But you've got that too.
Margaret B. Moss
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