[ save the effort for someone else next time!!!! though he kept one (1) whole streamer.
anyway the on-again-off-again dots don't bother him much, and he putters around with his phone on the coffee table until the incoming ping grabs his attention again.
of course, it's another two minutes before he actually sends back a reply. ]
need to talk about it?
[ does she want to talk about it? even if she does, he's not exactly the best person for deep heart-to-hearts, he knows that. ]
[ shinjiro you know that means they're bffs with an unshakable bond now. almost like a...................social link ]
idk
[ not like yukari is the best with heart-to-hearts, either. fantastic at talking about everything other than herself and listening, absolutely dismal at being honest with herself.
[ guess it's time to tidy up the place!!! not that there's much to tidy up so really he ends up sitting around until she gets here, her arrival announced by koromaru's eager barks once he hears her. ]
[ yukari figures she's in a desperate state if she's going to shinjiro for help. they were never all that close during his one-month stint on the team and after he'd woken up from his coma, it was as if he'd disappeared into thin air. like the rest of them, shinjiro had his own grief to bear after graduation day.
still, he was her teammate. if anyone was going to understand half of what was going through her head, it was her grouchy, sardonic upperclassman. ]
Hey, Aragaki-senpai. Thanks for letting me come over.
And hi, boy! [ yukari squishes the best boy's face for a few seconds of stress relief. ] You're wearing one of your cute collars I got you, too!
Silence falls again as he tinkers in the kitchen, broken only by the sound of a whistling kettle and cups clattering against the countertop--and of course, the swish of Koro's tail as he keeps Yukari company.
It's not long before Shinjiro's back with two cups in hand, one of which is offered to Yukari. ]
[ yukari takes the cup with a nod of thanks, but doesn't drink any. instead, she stares deep into her tea with an exhausted expression as if the answers for all of her current problems will emerge from its murky depths.
after a moment of silence, she asks, ] ...do you still think about the Dark Hour?
[ If he could read the tea leaves for her (or more accurately, believed in that shit) he would.
As it is, he lets her sit and stare, more than inclined to wait for her start picking away at her thoughts one by one. No point in rushing things, especially when it's something serious.
It's not so surprising to hear the mention of the Dark Hour, but his gaze still slides over to her momentarily. His reply comes about as quickly as anticipated: a slow, drawn-out answer. ]
Every day. [ Hard to forget when it's been the root, even indirectly, of all his woes. ] Even though it doesn't exist here , it's still hard to forget.
[ He stares at his own tea, mimicking her. Then, carefully: ]
Ever since we beat Nyx two years ago, there hasn't been a Dark Hour since.
[ yukari doesn't sound happy about their achievement. rather, her voice is tired than before. ]
We're not even at home, and I think about it all the time. I've been waking up at midnight every night for the past couple of weeks expecting for the sky to be green and for everyone to be coffins. [her grip tightens on her still warm cup as if it's the only thing keeping her in the present. ] It's stupid. That can't happen here, but....
I don't know. The minute we awakened to our power, we traded away our innocence. We could never be kids again. But they say that power corrupts, you know? [ she finally looks up at shinjiro, but not truly at him. through him, maybe. beyond him. ]
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[ thanks............................he loved it (no he didn't) ]
you ever get your other stuff sorted out?
[ all the 'happening too fast' stuff ]
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youre welcome
[ wow, rude, she went all out at party city to make his crystal cute
and oh....that stuff. the 'typing' dots bounce for a solid 10 minutes. ]
kind of?
i get the feeling that its not sorted out. not completely anyway
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anyway the on-again-off-again dots don't bother him much, and he putters around with his phone on the coffee table until the incoming ping grabs his attention again.
of course, it's another two minutes before he actually sends back a reply. ]
need to talk about it?
[ does she want to talk about it? even if she does, he's not exactly the best person for deep heart-to-hearts, he knows that. ]
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idk
[ not like yukari is the best with heart-to-hearts, either. fantastic at talking about everything other than herself and listening, absolutely dismal at being honest with herself.
another pause and then finally: ]
would you mind if we talked?
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nope
[ although: ]
you're gonna have to go to koromaru for hugs though
[ he's got his limits, okay. ]
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also that's fuckin rude!! just let her have this! ]
gee thanks aragaki senpai
you know how to make a girl feel special
i'll be over soon
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alright
[ guess it's time to tidy up the place!!! not that there's much to tidy up so really he ends up sitting around until she gets here, her arrival announced by koromaru's eager barks once he hears her. ]
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still, he was her teammate. if anyone was going to understand half of what was going through her head, it was her grouchy, sardonic upperclassman. ]
Hey, Aragaki-senpai. Thanks for letting me come over.
And hi, boy! [ yukari squishes the best boy's face for a few seconds of stress relief. ] You're wearing one of your cute collars I got you, too!
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Instead, he gestures towards the couch, offering a seat if she needs it. ]
Want a drink?
[ Water, tea, or coffee, take your pick! ]
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stress relived, she'll take that offered seat on the couch, picking at a loose string on one of the cushions. ]
Tea would be great. I'm not picky about what kind, either.
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Silence falls again as he tinkers in the kitchen, broken only by the sound of a whistling kettle and cups clattering against the countertop--and of course, the swish of Koro's tail as he keeps Yukari company.
It's not long before Shinjiro's back with two cups in hand, one of which is offered to Yukari. ]
Here.
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after a moment of silence, she asks, ] ...do you still think about the Dark Hour?
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As it is, he lets her sit and stare, more than inclined to wait for her start picking away at her thoughts one by one. No point in rushing things, especially when it's something serious.
It's not so surprising to hear the mention of the Dark Hour, but his gaze still slides over to her momentarily. His reply comes about as quickly as anticipated: a slow, drawn-out answer. ]
Every day. [ Hard to forget when it's been the root, even indirectly, of all his woes. ] Even though it doesn't exist here , it's still hard to forget.
[ He stares at his own tea, mimicking her. Then, carefully: ]
I thought it was over? That's what Minako said.
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[ yukari doesn't sound happy about their achievement. rather, her voice is tired than before. ]
We're not even at home, and I think about it all the time. I've been waking up at midnight every night for the past couple of weeks expecting for the sky to be green and for everyone to be coffins. [her grip tightens on her still warm cup as if it's the only thing keeping her in the present. ] It's stupid. That can't happen here, but....
I don't know. The minute we awakened to our power, we traded away our innocence. We could never be kids again. But they say that power corrupts, you know? [ she finally looks up at shinjiro, but not truly at him. through him, maybe. beyond him. ]
What if we're just--broken now?