Know what? I haven't tried that yet. Hold on, I think I can just will it away with the power of positive thinking.
(stubs out his cigarette before throwing his hands up to press fingers into both temples. eyes shut, a low humming begins, and he acts on mikey's suggestion.)
For that free piece of therapy? No way. For giving me a cigarette? ... Thanks, man, (jonas says, offering mikey a little smile.
he's thankful for this meeting; what if mikey hadn't stopped him? how long would their misunderstanding on soulidarity last? jonas isn't here to make enemies no matter how hard this place is trying to force him to.
his thumb is jerked in the direction of the corner shop adjacent to them.)
I better pop inside to grab some cigarettes and head out. Do you want anything?
Right when I found my true calling, you do me dirty like this.
(he's trying to not let his genuine smile show, even if it does sneak its way to the very corners of his mouth. it wasn't a great idea to get attached to anybody back home, it isn't a good idea here, either.
still, he lifts himself just a bit, supported by his forearms, before he hums.)
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(or die, considering the situation. ironic, truly, and that is what gets a tiny laugh out of him. just the dichotomy in those words.)
They say and you don't know? What does that mean to you?
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(supposed to. jonas breathes smoke and looks down through it at mikey.)
I don't think it actually does, but... some people like to hear it. Are you laughing at me?
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(please, come on, it's funny.)
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It's a little funny. (used to coping via humour, jonas is disappointed in himself; why didn't he catch onto how ridiculous it all was before mikey?
damn, he's losing his edge.)
Okay, okay, it's really funny. I'm laughing inwardly right now, like... my spirit's in it, but my body refuses to go along. Must be the trauma.
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(the youth is losing their touch... 90s best generation...)
Oof, rough. Have you tried not being traumatized?
(HE'S JOKING.)
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(stubs out his cigarette before throwing his hands up to press fingers into both temples. eyes shut, a low humming begins, and he acts on mikey's suggestion.)
...
Whewβit worked! I'm all better.
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(at least both know this is bullshit. it's impossible to get over anything just from strong wishes alone. everything leaves a mark.)
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he's thankful for this meeting; what if mikey hadn't stopped him? how long would their misunderstanding on soulidarity last? jonas isn't here to make enemies no matter how hard this place is trying to force him to.
his thumb is jerked in the direction of the corner shop adjacent to them.)
I better pop inside to grab some cigarettes and head out. Do you want anything?
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(he's trying to not let his genuine smile show, even if it does sneak its way to the very corners of his mouth. it wasn't a great idea to get attached to anybody back home, it isn't a good idea here, either.
still, he lifts himself just a bit, supported by his forearms, before he hums.)
... Anything sweet.