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harmonize_rpg2013-09-09 07:38 pm
burningbow) wrote in harmonize_rpg2013-09-09 07:38 pm
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Who: Miyume and Mirai.
Where: Around the city.
When: Saturday April 22nd, 6pm onwards.
What: Things.
Mirai had contrived to be the first at their usual spot. He sat in one of the benches, regally and in the middle, legs-crossed, holding onto his mobile phone. On it was a picture of Miyume as she had been in the park, looking up at him with the most coy smile. He flicked to the next photograph with a quick thumb and nearly drew himself back to delete it.
As far as he was concerned, it was only a bit of fun. They weren't going to last. He had an understanding, and was sure she did too, that it was safer to be alone. Was it she wished him peace, or had realised that a little kindness would help? He did not want her asking him for his feelings. He worried he did not love her enough or in the right way to deserve consideration. Was he convincing himself he had found the right person? If he was with the right person, his hands wouldn't be stiff with fright nor his face thoughtful.
There was no sign of Miyume and certainly a few girls had paid him attention as they had left their dorm. One had stayed to keep him company and complained about a "gaijin". Here he had listened and pretended to care, because far be it from one such as he to turn away their company.
Where: Around the city.
When: Saturday April 22nd, 6pm onwards.
What: Things.
Mirai had contrived to be the first at their usual spot. He sat in one of the benches, regally and in the middle, legs-crossed, holding onto his mobile phone. On it was a picture of Miyume as she had been in the park, looking up at him with the most coy smile. He flicked to the next photograph with a quick thumb and nearly drew himself back to delete it.
As far as he was concerned, it was only a bit of fun. They weren't going to last. He had an understanding, and was sure she did too, that it was safer to be alone. Was it she wished him peace, or had realised that a little kindness would help? He did not want her asking him for his feelings. He worried he did not love her enough or in the right way to deserve consideration. Was he convincing himself he had found the right person? If he was with the right person, his hands wouldn't be stiff with fright nor his face thoughtful.
There was no sign of Miyume and certainly a few girls had paid him attention as they had left their dorm. One had stayed to keep him company and complained about a "gaijin". Here he had listened and pretended to care, because far be it from one such as he to turn away their company.
Re: Sometime later...
Excellently put, he thought. But the problem was that he was also a deceitful man, who stirred at accusations of 'liar' and 'philanderer' and thought up ideas and schemes to present himself as a kind forgiving person. This probably explained the way he was feeling around her too - there was no game involved. And so the problem he faced was a puzzle of getting to know her better, and also himself.
And that made him confused, fretful and scared. He tried to calm it by showing his usual self-control.
"... Hmmmm. The problem now is where do you want to go from here?" He came next to her and rested a gentle hand on her crown. He didn't move it, just showed his strange affection. "Do you want to go home? I can take you back."
Re: Sometime later...
"I think it would be best if we called it a night," she said, sounding like a strange mixture of relieved and utterly drained. "Give things a rest for a while and talk it out when we're both ready."
Re: Sometime later...
His touch on her head was lifting away, and he threw up both his arms permissively. But for him it was defiant.
"Oh sure, we can talk. All girls want to talk, right?" he said, but he said it too bitterly. He wasn't too sure he would talk at all, but he had a lot to say now. The thought she was like the others was a ringing alarm in his ears...
Re: Sometime later...
"I would rather listen and understand."
Re: Sometime later...
"Let's just go," he said defeatedly. "I told you not to worry about me, right? I'm good at working through things."
Re: Sometime later...
It was a sad situation and she could only guess at what Mirai had gone through to leave him in such a state of emotional disrepair. But lots of sad things happened to people, including Miyume herself. She didn't have enough tears to shed for him to be convinced she cared. Miyume couldn't even cry for herself, much less anyone else.
"Fine," was all she said, awkwardly rising from the ground.
When Miyume got home, the only things she intended to do was brush her teeth and go straight to bed.