[Week 32, day 1] Home alone

[indiffendence]

Who: indiffendence and erase_to_forget
Where: Their place in Hisato
When: Week 32, day 1
Style: Prose
Status: Closed
Rating: PG..?
Warnings: Derpery. Angst might sneak in there though.

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[erase_to_forget]

Yoite was 'helping'....supposedly. More like just following Miharu with the bag because he has nothing better to do and it was Miharu's idea. Here and there he might nudge a piece of crumpled paper with the toe of his boot, or on rare occasions he might bend over ever so slightly to scoop a piece of trash up with a lanky arm, then drop it into the bag, peer at it for a moment, decide it was anti-climatic and only a band-aid on festering wound of growing trash, and decide to leave the trash picking to Miharu once more because it was hopeless.

However, he finally stops when he feels something wet soak through his glove. And at first he looks in horror, assuming it must be blood though he hasn't been coughing or injured, but horror turns to a look of confusion between the damp spot on his palm, and then to the bag, where something is beginning to leak through.

And true to form, Yoite just looks at Miharu. "....."

[indiffendence]

When there is a very obvious lack of a sort of shadow behind him, Miharu stops too and turns around, blinking. Seeing Yoite look at him as if expectantly, he pads back over and looks at the hand Yoite has raised, and then the bag.

Ah...

Without a word, he grabs the bag and peeks inside. Did something weird get in there...?

[erase_to_forget]

Yoite skins off his glove, balling it up in his blackened fingers before putting it in his pocket. He doesn't look at his hand, he knows what it looks like. Instead he feigns interest in what is in the bag.

Finally he points with his other gloved hand at a clump of old tea leaves and an old orange that have gathered together.

[indiffendence]

Oops.

Well, nothing to do about that. Might as well just let it be. So Miharu shrugs, and lets go of the bag to hold out his hand towards Yoite. "We should wash that and hang it up to dry before any smell sticks to it." Just in case.

[erase_to_forget]

Yoite hesitates, eyes looking between Miharu and Miharu's small hand offered to him so casually like he's just supposed to know what to do with it. He knows what Miharu is expecting, of course, but he's still learning why.

"..."

But maybe here, alone with no danger encroaching, he might try and trust...just a little?

He reaches out the clean gloved hand, and sets it in Miharu's.