WHO: Kigai Yuuto and Shin Seijuurou WHERE: Shin's apartment. WHEN: The day after this thread. WARNINGS: None. SUMMARY: Yuuto drops in for a visit. FORMAT: Quicklog.
Yuuto lightly scratched the side of his face idly as he held the gift in hand. A football -- a professional NFL grade football, as that what he was told to get as a gift, as he would be honest in saying that he did not know the difference between any of the different types of balls that one should get -- with a red ribbon more or less scotched tape to the side. He took a moment to stare at the door before pulling his hand away from his face to knock on said door with a quick rapping of his knuckles.
"Mm." His smile seemed a little different. It wasn't strained or upset by any means, just had a sadder quality before he brightened it with a brief flash of teeth and cheerful tone. "Ah, please tell me what you think of your gift. Caesar-kun said that it would be best for you." Yes, he was aware that he was changing the subject suddenly. Regardless of the fact that he was the one who brought up his sister and should have taken some responsibility for it; Yuuto was also aware that he had moments where he was just a little irresponsible.
"Perhaps, with so many of you here, you can start a team up."
Shin blinked. Somehow, he'd been so focused on getting dinner ready that he'd completely forgotten about the football on the table. (This was a sign that he hadn't quite recovered; he could really only focus on one thing at a time when he was tired.) Carefully, he took the football in his hands and examined it. "... professional," he said, his usual monotone softened by the hint of appreciation. "Good choice."
Yuuto beamed appropriately; catching the tone that Shin had taken and touched by it. Nice that he was able to bring some emotion to the words spoken; not that he was upset when they were monotone. "I shall have to thank Caesar-kun, then, for helping me pick out the best one for you."
Continued to smile at he ate, careful to make comments only when his mouth was not full. Not that he would forget, but he felt that he was filling up the silence that was there and might get a little ahead of himself in doing so. "What else do you like to do, Seijuurou-kun? Do you know any other recipes? Ah, I should answer some of these questions myself, shouldn't I? Forgive me." Yet still waited for the answers rather than feel that he was constantly talking over Shin.
Any change in inflection at all was really quite the show of emotion for someone like Shin. He turned the football over in his hands a few more times, then reluctantly set it aside.
"Besides ... football?" he asked. A pause. "A few," he continued, answering the second question more easily. "Very simple ones. Not a good cook."
"Mind if I ask what? Hobbies or recipes, either is fine." He kept his smile and wondered if he was bullying Shin just a little to talk. It reminded him of a few friends -- if he could call them such -- from back home. Yuuto did pause to have something of a serious moment. "You know, if I am talking too much, you can simply tell me so. I can be a little on the talkative side and I might not stop unless it is brought to my attention."
Shin shook his head. Quiet as he was, he didn't overly mind talking; if anything, he was a bit puzzled as to why Yuuto wanted to know these things. "Very simple recipes," he said. "Tofu. Steamed vegetables. Rice." As for hobbies ... he shook his head again. "Just football," he continued. "Coach didn't want me joining other teams."
"I see. Still, I feel that is more than what I can do." Minus the ability to make tea, he couldn't actually say that he took the time to make any meals. Too much enjoyment in trying out restaurants, he supposed. But, that probably made him sound even more irresponsible -- especially with his money.
"Ah?" Something of an unintelligent noise as he took in the last bit of information. "That must mean that you are very good at football." A brief pause as he mulled over a few thoughts. "But that also means that you can try out a few hobbies now that you are here, right?"
Shin nodded. "Considered to be one of the best in Japan," he said. Which didn't necessarily include his own opinion on his abilities; he simply didn't feel they were relevant, at the moment. "... what hobbies?"
"Congratulations. That is quite an accomplishment." Yuuto smiled cheerfully, hands out in a manner that was synonymous with a small 'hooray' pose. "Like painting, writing, things like that."
"You don't understand them?" He couldn't help but blink a little at that statement. Not quite sure what it meant, but not wanting to appear rude by questioning a statement like that, past what he just did.
"Oh. I see." He had a relieved look, not sure what he was thinking Shin meant by his comment, but glad that it was something 'easy' to understand. "I suppose that means that you really like football more than anything else?"
It seemed time to come clean, if only a little. "I was worried that you felt that that was your only option. It's quite a bit of fun to try out the various horizons, but I think I may be speaking too soon." Yuuto did have the decency to look somewhat sheepish; his smile showing the same embarrassment.
There was a long pause. Shin had been mildly puzzled throughout a good portion of the conversation; now he looked truly confused. And that was a fairly strong reaction for someone as quiet as him. "Why?" he asked. A pause. "Why is it fun?"
"In the same manner that I am sure that football games are," Yuuto began in a rather cryptic manner. "That one does not know how it is going to end until they are actually in it, but they would like the finish product or road to be one that they came out on top on." He paused, setting his finger against his face in a thoughtful manner. "Or at least, able to look back and be satisfied with the end result."
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"Perhaps, with so many of you here, you can start a team up."
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Continued to smile at he ate, careful to make comments only when his mouth was not full. Not that he would forget, but he felt that he was filling up the silence that was there and might get a little ahead of himself in doing so. "What else do you like to do, Seijuurou-kun? Do you know any other recipes? Ah, I should answer some of these questions myself, shouldn't I? Forgive me." Yet still waited for the answers rather than feel that he was constantly talking over Shin.
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"Besides ... football?" he asked. A pause. "A few," he continued, answering the second question more easily. "Very simple ones. Not a good cook."
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"Ah?" Something of an unintelligent noise as he took in the last bit of information. "That must mean that you are very good at football." A brief pause as he mulled over a few thoughts. "But that also means that you can try out a few hobbies now that you are here, right?"
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It seemed time to come clean, if only a little. "I was worried that you felt that that was your only option. It's quite a bit of fun to try out the various horizons, but I think I may be speaking too soon." Yuuto did have the decency to look somewhat sheepish; his smile showing the same embarrassment.
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