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THIS IS THE FIC THAT FRANZY WANTED. WHICH TOOK ME FOREVER. AND IS FAIL. BUT HOPEFULLY FLUFFY ENOUGH FOR HER LIKING.
Of the things he'd had to get used to in this strange town, seeing her almost every day was definitely his favourite. On the days that they didn't at least speak to each other over the phone, whether that was because the town was pulling another trick, or circumstances intervened, he always found himself moping a little in the evening.
When they spoke to each other but didn't get a chance to meet in person, he always managed to keep her talking, each time a little longer than the last. At first he'd trailed off into awkward silence when met with her rather bland responses. But he liked to pride himself on his perseverance and eventually, the short ten-minute conversations had lengthened until he found himself checking the time and realising that several hours had flown by. He'd sometimes wonder idly about the phone bill when that happened but never did care very much.
Of course, the best days were ones like this. Today they were sat in the park. She was currently engaged in munching away at her snacks, offering him one now and then when she paused in her very long and detailed explanation of some scientific theory or other that she'd been looking into. He wasn't subject to these very often but she'd just gotten back a piece of equipment which always meant she'd be talking about it for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, he tended to zone out during the explanations which always resulted in -
"Ouch!"
"There's more where that came from, if you don't pay attention!" She already had another one of those karinto things in her hand, as if itching to toss another one at him. He rubbed ruefully at his cheek where the first one had hit.
"Okay, okay, I'm listening, promise!"
She glared at him a second longer before returning to her explanation. "So basically, it lets you look at the layers of... well, let's say you had a drawing, and then you painted over that. I'd be able to tell what was under the paint before."
He gave her a blank look. She sighed.
"I'll show you. Got anything I can use to demonstrate?"
"Er." There was, in fact, a scrap of paper in his jacket pocket that had been scribbled over several times. And he had no intention of letting her see that. "...No?"
Unfortunately, she'd gotten very good at picking out his little lies and he found himself withering under her stare.
"Pockets. Empty. Now."
He sheepishly started emptying his pockets, trying to leave that particular scrap 'til last, bringing out old wrappers from god knew when, old sweets, a worn-down and chewed pencil... but eventually he had to hand over the piece of paper that was covered in pencil. She looked at it with a frown and for a moment he was almost afraid that she'd be able to see right through it without the odd little machine on her lap. But instead of demanding an explanation, she instead fed it into a small slot and started twiddling a knob carefully.
He cleared his throat. "You know, uh, there's nothing interesting on there -"
"Sh!" She continued to fiddle. He sat, twiddling his own thumbs nervously, thinking of what was written on there:
Dear Ema, I kinda guess just writing this is pointless because wait no I wouldn't know how to say this in person but i think i lo I really really like you and even though we're stuck in this shitty not-so-good town, I'd still like to try and make a go of it? not that you'll see this anyway well anyway so, love best wishes from adachi tohru Tohru
It seemed to take her a lot longer to actually analyse the scrap than it did for him to go over it in his head about a thousand times.
When she looked up, he didn't turn to look at her until she said, "Hey," in a voice that was much softer than he was used to. And when he did, he was completely taken aback as she leaned over and kissed him. He was, in fact, so surprised that he nearly forgot to actually enjoy it.
And then she pulled back and tossed another karinto at him.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"That was for trying to get around me by saying you didn't have that bit of paper," Ema said, very slightly flushed. "And... the kiss was for being sweet."
Adachi blinked at her, only half aware of how silly he must have looked, and decided that he'd have to try this again sometime.
Oh god, I thought I'd accidentally deleted this whole thing. THANKFULLY NOT.
Of the things he'd had to get used to in this strange town, seeing her almost every day was definitely his favourite. On the days that they didn't at least speak to each other over the phone, whether that was because the town was pulling another trick, or circumstances intervened, he always found himself moping a little in the evening.
When they spoke to each other but didn't get a chance to meet in person, he always managed to keep her talking, each time a little longer than the last. At first he'd trailed off into awkward silence when met with her rather bland responses. But he liked to pride himself on his perseverance and eventually, the short ten-minute conversations had lengthened until he found himself checking the time and realising that several hours had flown by. He'd sometimes wonder idly about the phone bill when that happened but never did care very much.
Of course, the best days were ones like this. Today they were sat in the park. She was currently engaged in munching away at her snacks, offering him one now and then when she paused in her very long and detailed explanation of some scientific theory or other that she'd been looking into. He wasn't subject to these very often but she'd just gotten back a piece of equipment which always meant she'd be talking about it for the next two weeks. Unfortunately, he tended to zone out during the explanations which always resulted in -
"Ouch!"
"There's more where that came from, if you don't pay attention!" She already had another one of those karinto things in her hand, as if itching to toss another one at him. He rubbed ruefully at his cheek where the first one had hit.
"Okay, okay, I'm listening, promise!"
She glared at him a second longer before returning to her explanation. "So basically, it lets you look at the layers of... well, let's say you had a drawing, and then you painted over that. I'd be able to tell what was under the paint before."
He gave her a blank look. She sighed.
"I'll show you. Got anything I can use to demonstrate?"
"Er." There was, in fact, a scrap of paper in his jacket pocket that had been scribbled over several times. And he had no intention of letting her see that. "...No?"
Unfortunately, she'd gotten very good at picking out his little lies and he found himself withering under her stare.
"Pockets. Empty. Now."
He sheepishly started emptying his pockets, trying to leave that particular scrap 'til last, bringing out old wrappers from god knew when, old sweets, a worn-down and chewed pencil... but eventually he had to hand over the piece of paper that was covered in pencil. She looked at it with a frown and for a moment he was almost afraid that she'd be able to see right through it without the odd little machine on her lap. But instead of demanding an explanation, she instead fed it into a small slot and started twiddling a knob carefully.
He cleared his throat. "You know, uh, there's nothing interesting on there -"
"Sh!" She continued to fiddle. He sat, twiddling his own thumbs nervously, thinking of what was written on there:
Dear Ema, I kinda guess just writing this is pointless because wait no I wouldn't know how to say this in person but i think i lo I really really like you and even though we're stuck in this shitty not-so-good town, I'd still like to try and make a go of it? not that you'll see this anyway well anyway so, love best wishes from adachi tohru Tohru
It seemed to take her a lot longer to actually analyse the scrap than it did for him to go over it in his head about a thousand times.
When she looked up, he didn't turn to look at her until she said, "Hey," in a voice that was much softer than he was used to. And when he did, he was completely taken aback as she leaned over and kissed him. He was, in fact, so surprised that he nearly forgot to actually enjoy it.
And then she pulled back and tossed another karinto at him.
"Ow! What was that for?!"
"That was for trying to get around me by saying you didn't have that bit of paper," Ema said, very slightly flushed. "And... the kiss was for being sweet."
Adachi blinked at her, only half aware of how silly he must have looked, and decided that he'd have to try this again sometime.
Oh god, I thought I'd accidentally deleted this whole thing. THANKFULLY NOT.