[escapism or just survival, it would be up for debate at any given time if they were different people, if for example they were rin and kisumi. but they aren't and while haru's mind flits fairly often in the direction of disbelief, it is never enough of an active part of his thoughts to pursue it whole-heartedly. sometimes, unable to sleep, he wonders if it even matters, if they are indeed gathered data whether it would matter if he slept ever again or ate or drank but it doesn't matter in the end. haru eats. haru sleeps. haru swims. haru watches his best friend like a hawk both short and long distance and he's not sure what it means when he worries, why it aches more than he thought it should.
when makoto hands him the lighter bag, he notices but doesn't argue, just falling into step beside him. if the ocean was on his other side, this could be home.]
Got stuck in my suit.
[the mascot one that is...but he seems......maybe disturbingly unconcerned, though certainly it takes no close inspection to see how haru's hair plasters to his nape and his scalp alike, a slightly wet brush of his bangs in blue eyes from simply overheating in that stupid outfit and head for an unprecedented window of time. he probably smells, needs a shower, so on and so forth....walking might be better really.]
Yours?
[he'd rather hear about makoto's day, if it comes to that.]
action;
when makoto hands him the lighter bag, he notices but doesn't argue, just falling into step beside him. if the ocean was on his other side, this could be home.]
Got stuck in my suit.
[the mascot one that is...but he seems......maybe disturbingly unconcerned, though certainly it takes no close inspection to see how haru's hair plasters to his nape and his scalp alike, a slightly wet brush of his bangs in blue eyes from simply overheating in that stupid outfit and head for an unprecedented window of time. he probably smells, needs a shower, so on and so forth....walking might be better really.]
Yours?
[he'd rather hear about makoto's day, if it comes to that.]