Are you content with your job? If you aren't, a change might be nice. Is there anything else you want to do?
[ it is essential for both of them to work. they could probably get by on makoto's paycheck alone along as supplemented with their auxiliary student benefits, but he's not really asking about their means of sustenance. in two months, it's the first time he realizes that it's nearing valentine's day as per the calendar hung in their loft. they arrived around christmas with new year's day cursorily ticked off, passed without comment. there wasn't a reason to celebrate then, but he managed to string haru along in a party regardless. even with all three of them (makoto, kisumi, rin) inebriated and trying to deep-six what couldn't be forgotten, haru remained painfully sober. he couldn't have slept that night; he'd been too wired, too conscious, too alive.
for a long while he's silent, walking down the sloping intersection. they pass through the outskirts of the shopping center, proceeding further into the entertainment district. eventually, makoto readjusts his hold on one grocery bag, resettling his grip. ]
She wasn't doing any harm. I wasn't really scared of her, I just felt ... a little sad. I keep thinking she was looking for something — possibly someone — who wasn't there anymore. The person who worked before me, maybe? ... The next time she comes in, do you think I should ask? I don't want to impose.
[ circumlocution for just handful of tiny, fragile words: i didn't know what to say to make it alright.
and it's always like this, that even if makoto finds loopholes and contradictions between what he says and how he reacts, he's always been afraid to say what he really means.
but haru understands, and that's enough. ]
We should take a day off and do something different tomorrow. That'd be fun, right?
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[ it is essential for both of them to work. they could probably get by on makoto's paycheck alone along as supplemented with their auxiliary student benefits, but he's not really asking about their means of sustenance. in two months, it's the first time he realizes that it's nearing valentine's day as per the calendar hung in their loft. they arrived around christmas with new year's day cursorily ticked off, passed without comment. there wasn't a reason to celebrate then, but he managed to string haru along in a party regardless. even with all three of them (makoto, kisumi, rin) inebriated and trying to deep-six what couldn't be forgotten, haru remained painfully sober. he couldn't have slept that night; he'd been too wired, too conscious, too alive.
for a long while he's silent, walking down the sloping intersection. they pass through the outskirts of the shopping center, proceeding further into the entertainment district. eventually, makoto readjusts his hold on one grocery bag, resettling his grip. ]
She wasn't doing any harm. I wasn't really scared of her, I just felt ... a little sad. I keep thinking she was looking for something — possibly someone — who wasn't there anymore. The person who worked before me, maybe? ... The next time she comes in, do you think I should ask? I don't want to impose.
[ circumlocution for just handful of tiny, fragile words: i didn't know what to say to make it alright.
and it's always like this, that even if makoto finds loopholes and contradictions between what he says and how he reacts, he's always been afraid to say what he really means.
but haru understands, and that's enough. ]
We should take a day off and do something different tomorrow. That'd be fun, right?