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Who: Tohru Adachi (righttocarry) & Nagi Kengamine (internecineowl)
When: idk. in the evening? of... a day?
Where: Ramen ya Soba.
Format: 3rd Person Prose, present tense.
What: Two perfectly normal and pleasant men having an ordinary conversation. Yes.
Warnings: Adachi's internal monologue can be, ahem, unpleasant.
It had to catch up with him eventually, right?
At first, Adachi had been real excited about this whole second chance business. Who knew get out of jail free cards weren't just for board games? His mom always used to tell him that when one door opens, another door closes - well, when she was sober enough to spout shit like that. A lot of doors had closed on Adachi recently. He hadn't realized the one opening would be in his prison cell.
And hey. Maybe walking through it had been dumb, maybe he should've learned by now that stuff doesn't just happen to him without some kind of big karmic motherfucker waiting down the line. Debt owed.
The shitty thing is, Adachi's not even properly mad. Just kind of aimlessly miserable. Anatole doesn't help - the city's interesting, sure, but it's not exactly uplifting and this evening he doesn't even bother lifting his eyes from the pavement. He's sick of the stares of the fuckers who live here, judging him. They know. (They can't know, insists the rational part of his brain that always manages to sound like Dojima pointing out the obvious. You're being paranoid.) They know. Soon everybody, everybody'll find out.
The ramen shop catches his attention via his nose, the scents wafting over him, reminding him of home. He goes in, squinting as his eyes adjust from the gloaming outside to the bright light within. Sits on a stool, spinning it a little with his legs off the floor. When he was a kid, that was enough to entertain him for hours. Not that he misses being that naive. Jesus, no. But sometimes he misses the feeling that his whole life's ahead of him yet.
"Do you do tonkotsu ramen?" he asks, putting an elbow on the counter and hunching over it, chin on his fist. "I mean, ahaha, are there even pigs here?"
When: idk. in the evening? of... a day?
Where: Ramen ya Soba.
Format: 3rd Person Prose, present tense.
What: Two perfectly normal and pleasant men having an ordinary conversation. Yes.
Warnings: Adachi's internal monologue can be, ahem, unpleasant.
It had to catch up with him eventually, right?
At first, Adachi had been real excited about this whole second chance business. Who knew get out of jail free cards weren't just for board games? His mom always used to tell him that when one door opens, another door closes - well, when she was sober enough to spout shit like that. A lot of doors had closed on Adachi recently. He hadn't realized the one opening would be in his prison cell.
And hey. Maybe walking through it had been dumb, maybe he should've learned by now that stuff doesn't just happen to him without some kind of big karmic motherfucker waiting down the line. Debt owed.
The shitty thing is, Adachi's not even properly mad. Just kind of aimlessly miserable. Anatole doesn't help - the city's interesting, sure, but it's not exactly uplifting and this evening he doesn't even bother lifting his eyes from the pavement. He's sick of the stares of the fuckers who live here, judging him. They know. (They can't know, insists the rational part of his brain that always manages to sound like Dojima pointing out the obvious. You're being paranoid.) They know. Soon everybody, everybody'll find out.
The ramen shop catches his attention via his nose, the scents wafting over him, reminding him of home. He goes in, squinting as his eyes adjust from the gloaming outside to the bright light within. Sits on a stool, spinning it a little with his legs off the floor. When he was a kid, that was enough to entertain him for hours. Not that he misses being that naive. Jesus, no. But sometimes he misses the feeling that his whole life's ahead of him yet.
"Do you do tonkotsu ramen?" he asks, putting an elbow on the counter and hunching over it, chin on his fist. "I mean, ahaha, are there even pigs here?"