sometimes people can't stop being who they are. if they ever get on your nerves, you do need to be forward with them. i trust you to do that since you're a reasonable guy.
[ HE HAS FAITH!!! Akira is actually really proud, but he doesn't word it like that because it sounds patronizing. ]
oh, you did? that's really good! i'll get us some small munchies instead to celebrate. how does a couple of mini soup dumplings sound? i think they're called xiaolongbao.
... it may be more accurate to say I cooked for myself this morning, come to think of it. I didn't make anything special - it's just fried rice to use up some vegetables.
I would argue otherwise. But I have been told recently that I should look into the music world alongside the more literal "artistic" world, so yes. Consider me interested.
Yes. I didn't think it was worth opening and cooking a new batch of meat or tofu at that time. But we can certainly add or make an extra dish to go with it...
[ Meal planning. Look at these responsible sort-of-adults. ]
Oh, the cultural exchange... he did mention something about looking out for musicals. I suppose I should keep an eye out for some interesting exhibitions to keep my side of the deal.
Edited (one day i'll stop mucking up) 2017-10-03 19:12 (UTC)
Akira just gets a blank look, and then... well. Yusuke almost does the same thing Akira just did. The memory just... almost swoops in out of nowhere and hits him like a punch he never saw coming. Like he's stood watching snippets of a life both his and not his. He can see a sparse and simple room in an attic - dust filtering through air and sunlight, and faces both familiar and not familiar stood with him. He can smell coffee, but isn't sure why, and feel something lost and confused begin to settle within him as he makes a decision to at least try something he'd been so unwilling to even consider only a day before.
Gratitude, and loss and belonging all in one and he can't pick apart the pieces to completely make sense of them on their own.
And then Akira keeps talking and he can remember summer heat, and the high, airy ceilings of a church. Determination and discussions of desire, and anguish and how to spark both or either in a way that he could transfer onto paper. And as the wave of the memory eases, and fades, he finds himself clearing his throat. ]
A-Anguish. [ wow. ] I wanted inspiration to portray anguish.
[ Akira can't see Yusuke's expression that well in the darkness, but he's imagining fox friend is only contemplating. The man has always been meticulous, so it isn't uncommon to find him pensive as he articulates everything in his thoughts first.
He doesn't even consider that Yusuke may have remembered anything from their past. ]
Is that what the picture of Christ on the cross portrays? I didn't know you tried to do the same thing in Recolle—or something similar.
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