Read what they're saying
Who: gaveherwings and weaktobullets
When: Morning, March 3rd
Where: A cheap, greasy diner because why not.
Summary: A chance meeting involving cheap waffles, coffee, and meaningful conversation.
Warnings: None that I foresee?
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He had long since given up on the idea of only going out in the darkness with a group. Sure, after Akihiko had been injured and Mitsuru had been killed, he'd been adamant that the group focus on self-preservation, avoid going out amongst the monsters alone where they could be easily preyed on.
It really hadn't lasted that long.
Between his restless nature and his growing apathy towards the island, it had been difficult to keep from going out and taking out his frustration on the monster base, or even just leaving to be out and alone with his thoughts. It wasn't as though much, if anything, that happened here really mattered: They were completely isolated, a near-fully contained environment with the exception of the lucky few who disappeared to Who-Knows-Where. And so again, an hour or two after the morning Siren and the slowly growing bustle of the city as people ventured from their homes, Shinjiro was stopping at a cheap diner to get some breakfast/dinner before going back home.
It was easier than taking the time to make something back home-- and being in a common area. He wasn't sure what to say to anyone who would have come in-- and Heat had disappeared recently, as well. He really didn't want to broach the subject of disappearances again, especially when he knew-- or at least suspected-- that Heat and Minako had been close. He certainly hadn't made it a well-kept secret that he was interested in her (That, or Shinjiro was entirely too nosy on the network).
No, rather than go home and potentially have to speak with people, or explain where he had been or why, he settled down on one of the cheap, vinyl stools to order some coffee and let himself absorb in his thoughts. He'd just go home, take Roland out for a bit, and get some sleep. Maybe repeat the routine the next day, too.
When: Morning, March 3rd
Where: A cheap, greasy diner because why not.
Summary: A chance meeting involving cheap waffles, coffee, and meaningful conversation.
Warnings: None that I foresee?
----
He had long since given up on the idea of only going out in the darkness with a group. Sure, after Akihiko had been injured and Mitsuru had been killed, he'd been adamant that the group focus on self-preservation, avoid going out amongst the monsters alone where they could be easily preyed on.
It really hadn't lasted that long.
Between his restless nature and his growing apathy towards the island, it had been difficult to keep from going out and taking out his frustration on the monster base, or even just leaving to be out and alone with his thoughts. It wasn't as though much, if anything, that happened here really mattered: They were completely isolated, a near-fully contained environment with the exception of the lucky few who disappeared to Who-Knows-Where. And so again, an hour or two after the morning Siren and the slowly growing bustle of the city as people ventured from their homes, Shinjiro was stopping at a cheap diner to get some breakfast/dinner before going back home.
It was easier than taking the time to make something back home-- and being in a common area. He wasn't sure what to say to anyone who would have come in-- and Heat had disappeared recently, as well. He really didn't want to broach the subject of disappearances again, especially when he knew-- or at least suspected-- that Heat and Minako had been close. He certainly hadn't made it a well-kept secret that he was interested in her (That, or Shinjiro was entirely too nosy on the network).
No, rather than go home and potentially have to speak with people, or explain where he had been or why, he settled down on one of the cheap, vinyl stools to order some coffee and let himself absorb in his thoughts. He'd just go home, take Roland out for a bit, and get some sleep. Maybe repeat the routine the next day, too.