End of second scene~indiffendenceSeptember 6 2011, 19:32:03 UTC
Miharu is far from drawn to food.
As bright as all of that might seem in pouring rain with a grey sky above, it's not what catches his eyes either. What does is mostly everyone else pulling out umbrellas or picking up the pace to get out of the rain aside from one man, who's standing in front of that very open display and just looking. And Miharu knows this man.
It seems a little sad and unfitting, out of place, somehow, even if the weather is kind of gloomy and so it also fits. But because it doesn't, he walks up next to Yukimi, to stare blankly at the food.
His reflection looks back at him blankly through the wet pane. Yukimi always has that hollow look in his eyes after a mission of this kind. It takes a day or two to shake off. It used to take longer, in the beginning. The blood rubs off pretty easily from his cheek. And it's not a moment too soon.
He raises his eyebrows and turns toward the voice that calls up to him unexpectedly.
"Miharu?"
He didn't expect to see him here, but after a brief moment of confusion, his mind just accepts his presence as normal.
"Yeah, uh...just thought that plastic omelet looked kinda tasty," he says with a slight smirk. His voice is a little tight, like he's forcing that lightheartedness into it.
It's not so difficult to catch onto that forcedness. Neither is it so difficult to notice the hollowness in Yukimi's eyes. After all, Miharu knows such hollowness well, and it makes him wonder what would make Yukimi wear such an expression, and what he was wiping at.
"No," he says, although maybe he is. He can never really tell, himself. "Why don't they just put up a menu outside instead of displaying plastic food?"
He's not going to ask anything yet, if at all. There is an urge, though.
Even the most seasoned field agent has to decompress in the minutes immediately following a mission. This chance meeting is a bit awkward and comes at the worst possible moment. Yukimi resists the urge to just leave the kid there. Maybe he'll come up with an excuse in a minute, but for now, his mind is just thinking on the fly. Luckily, he's got some experience in this.
"Obviously cuz you wanna know what you're gonna get," he says, laughing a little. "See look-" he points at one of the random plastic entrees on display. "The mushroom omelet comes with a side of potato salad on a little bed of greens, in exactly those portion sizes. You can visualize yourself eating that, right? Can't get that in a menu."
Miharu is probably one of the few who really couldn't give less of a damn about food in general, huh? Because he doesn't care what exactly is in his food or how much it is. A menu would be more than good enough for him.
"Don't want to visualize? Come on, don't you own an okonomiyaki restaurant? I think you need to implement one of these displays, seriously. I'm sure it's great for business."
Yukimi nods meaningfully and crosses his arms, using this opportunity to discretely wipe away any more remnants of blood that might be on his hand.
"What, me? Yeah, totally fine! I'm good," Yukimi says with a nod, maybe a little too cheerfully. He needs to refocus himself. This is rather unlike him, and maybe somewhere in the back of his mind, he thinks to himself that it shouldn't really be happening quite like this.
"You coming from school, kid?"
Does he even go to school at the moment? He's trying to recall if Miharu is with them (them, as in Kairoushuu/Yoite) now, or still with Bedhead Thobari in Banten. Somehow, things feel so jumbled in Yukimi's brain.
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As bright as all of that might seem in pouring rain with a grey sky above, it's not what catches his eyes either. What does is mostly everyone else pulling out umbrellas or picking up the pace to get out of the rain aside from one man, who's standing in front of that very open display and just looking. And Miharu knows this man.
It seems a little sad and unfitting, out of place, somehow, even if the weather is kind of gloomy and so it also fits. But because it doesn't, he walks up next to Yukimi, to stare blankly at the food.
"Do you think it looks good?"
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He raises his eyebrows and turns toward the voice that calls up to him unexpectedly.
"Miharu?"
He didn't expect to see him here, but after a brief moment of confusion, his mind just accepts his presence as normal.
"Yeah, uh...just thought that plastic omelet looked kinda tasty," he says with a slight smirk. His voice is a little tight, like he's forcing that lightheartedness into it.
"Are you hungry?"
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"No," he says, although maybe he is. He can never really tell, himself. "Why don't they just put up a menu outside instead of displaying plastic food?"
He's not going to ask anything yet, if at all. There is an urge, though.
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"Obviously cuz you wanna know what you're gonna get," he says, laughing a little. "See look-" he points at one of the random plastic entrees on display. "The mushroom omelet comes with a side of potato salad on a little bed of greens, in exactly those portion sizes. You can visualize yourself eating that, right? Can't get that in a menu."
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Miharu is probably one of the few who really couldn't give less of a damn about food in general, huh? Because he doesn't care what exactly is in his food or how much it is. A menu would be more than good enough for him.
"I don't want to."
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Yukimi nods meaningfully and crosses his arms, using this opportunity to discretely wipe away any more remnants of blood that might be on his hand.
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Perhaps most people would. He still finds it a bit silly, personally, but. No matter.
"Are you okay, Yukimi-san?"
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"You coming from school, kid?"
Does he even go to school at the moment? He's trying to recall if Miharu is with them (them, as in Kairoushuu/Yoite) now, or still with Bedhead Thobari in Banten. Somehow, things feel so jumbled in Yukimi's brain.
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"No."
But he doesn't think too much about the question, and that's all the answer he bothers with.
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