[the cybuddies remind him of the strays back home, and the fact that no amount of fish bought will really make them the same doesn't escape him; they'll use it either way. but haru copes in the small ways he needs to -- the indirect, almost invisible ways that equate to not having to face anything head-on. rin would criticize, he knows; or suspects, and often wonders as he walks to and from the rail or work or school what became of him. kisumi too. though mostly rin. the gray, gold-eyed creature has that subtle unnatural edge to its movements, indicative of what it really is -- what they are all supposed to be.
rather than say hello he simply looks up. makoto is there, well, almost, and haru dusts his knees off as he stands, blinking at the bag in hand. ]
You didn't have to hurry.
[as ever his tone borderlines on neutral despite the intent, but the subtle presence of something softer is a ripple in the silence. without asking, haru reaches for the bag and tugs: let me.]
action;
rather than say hello he simply looks up. makoto is there, well, almost, and haru dusts his knees off as he stands, blinking at the bag in hand. ]
You didn't have to hurry.
[as ever his tone borderlines on neutral despite the intent, but the subtle presence of something softer is a ripple in the silence. without asking, haru reaches for the bag and tugs: let me.]