would you say it was almost the french revolution all over again, over salmon? but yeah, same with my parents. they thought it was the most normal thing to ever be taking place.
the salmon shall be executed in the same fashion, all equal.
this is far from normal. it's an actual health hazard. shouldn't they be more concerned? i almost thought Momo was trying to eat me, actually. they laughed it off like it was nothing as he was crushing me with his weight.
[if makoto knows takumi (which he does), he knows that he'll come in quietly and punctually, and leave just as quickly at the first sign from the world that he should bail.]
[which is why he's quick to answer the door, smiling at his friend.]
Hey.
[standing, by the door, it's quiet inside. it's likely his parents aren't in yet.]
That was quick. [standing to the side, he offers entrance into the house. guest slippers have already been set out for him.] Come on in.
[ Though actually he got here a minute or two earlier. Now that he's here, he's feeling a little awkward as he slips off his shoes and leaves them by the door. Guest slippers on, he kind of stays in place as he inspects Makoto's house.
It has been ages since the last time. He rubs his neck nervously, averting his gaze. ]
Looks like almost nothing changed. Where are your folks?
[takumi is led further inside, although makoto allows him to go at his own pace, allowing him the space he needs to stop being so nervous about the visit.]
Mum's on her second day of his four-day shift at the hospital. Dad's at the store.
[ Stop making him sound like a suspicious kitten. Anyway, Takumi takes some small steps in before he can really get comfortable. Maybe it's a good thing everything is practically the same? ]
No, I'm fine. Thank you—
[ It's polite to reject the first offer, manners and upbringing has instilled this into him, but... His shoulders slump as a familiar scowl shows on his face, exasperated beyond belief. ]
I told you to stop calling me that. We're not kid anymore.
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haha nice one! i'm alright, especially now that things are back to normal. how about you?
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it was great. it was perfect. i loved trying to maneuver a giant knife like a guillotine to cut my massive haul of salmon.
my family didn't even bat an eyelash like what the flying fuck?
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this is far from normal. it's an actual health hazard. shouldn't they be more concerned? i almost thought Momo was trying to eat me, actually. they laughed it off like it was nothing as he was crushing me with his weight.
it was kind of nostalgic.
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[who is up to date with the latest viral videos]
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i sometimes feel like i should be more concerned, but life goes on? it's almost hard to argue that it's not normal. did you cry?
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why are you asking?
[ WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT ]
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it sounds like you're asking for it.
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that is if you're even free right now. if you're not, i'll just work some more.
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i'll be there in 15 minutes.
[ If Makoto doesn't answer the door in like ten seconds, he's going to leave, too. ]
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[if makoto knows takumi (which he does), he knows that he'll come in quietly and punctually, and leave just as quickly at the first sign from the world that he should bail.]
[which is why he's quick to answer the door, smiling at his friend.]
Hey.
[standing, by the door, it's quiet inside. it's likely his parents aren't in yet.]
That was quick. [standing to the side, he offers entrance into the house. guest slippers have already been set out for him.] Come on in.
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[ Though actually he got here a minute or two earlier. Now that he's here, he's feeling a little awkward as he slips off his shoes and leaves them by the door. Guest slippers on, he kind of stays in place as he inspects Makoto's house.
It has been ages since the last time. He rubs his neck nervously, averting his gaze. ]
Looks like almost nothing changed. Where are your folks?
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[takumi is led further inside, although makoto allows him to go at his own pace, allowing him the space he needs to stop being so nervous about the visit.]
Mum's on her second day of his four-day shift at the hospital. Dad's at the store.
[makoto shrugs his shoulders]
Would you like something to drink, Takkun?
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No, I'm fine. Thank you—
[ It's polite to reject the first offer, manners and upbringing has instilled this into him, but... His shoulders slump as a familiar scowl shows on his face,
exasperated beyond belief. ]
I told you to stop calling me that. We're not kid anymore.
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[it must be infuriating, because makoto acts as if nothing is wrong.]
[smiling, makoto makes his way towards the living room, guiding takumi further inside.]
I can give you a tour of everything that hasn't changed, if you like?
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He'll follow obediently... ]
Stop making fun of me.
[ To prove a point, he'll sit on the couch without asking for permission!!
And throw a pillow at Makoto from this distance. His aim is impeccable, by the way. ]
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[he barely manages to catch it in his arms]
Hey! You can't be that mad at me already, can you?
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[ Crossing his legs and his arms, it looks like he has calmed down considerably when Makoto got hit in the face. ]
Come here.
[ Pats the side next to him. It's a fucking trap. ]