[Now that they're at the moped, she hands Yusuke a spare helmet she brought along. Barring running away from monsters, Haru's all about safety first. Once he takes the helmet, Haru steps over the seat of the moped, though she doesn't sit down just yet, and puts on her own purple helmet.]
I'll pay for this one. I sold a good amount last Saturday, so don't worry about the cost.
[Yusuke's focused on strapping the helmet down, but does pause a little at Haru's insistence of paying for lunch.]
Are you sure? I've received my wages recently as well, so [once he's bought new canvases, some new paints and the pre-requisite pencil and sketch book sets for class] I can afford to pay my share.
[He's buying the ice cream though. She can actually fight him on that one.]
[Yeah, Yusuke, she knows that first day of class is going to wreck your wallet. Rather than mention that, though, Haru sits herself down and starts the engine to the moped, just waiting for Yusuke to get settled.]
It's alright, I'm sure! You can pay for it next time.
[Which, "next time" could always be for ice cream if he wanted to take that route. It'd be sneaky.]
[RIP his wallet and his money. But at least he will have lots of shiny art stuff.]
... [SQUINTS.] If you're sure... I will hold you to that.
[No, he's doing this legit!! They'll go and get proper food and she can tell him all about this thing for Minako she'll have by that point in recolle canon.]
[Haru just answers him with a smile, and once Yusuke's settled behind her and properly holding on, Haru accelerates, then heads off to the buffet.
As usual, Yusuke ate plenty and snacked on food even as they finished up and spoke about what all they learned about this. How they feel, what lies ahead for them... At least they've got each other. No matter what happens, now that they're both aware, there's a renewed promise in Haru's heart to stay by his side. Things are going to get crazy and strange from now on, after all.
Though Haru protested, Yusuke did end up being the one to pay for ice cream. At least that part wasn't as expensive as the buffet, so it's not so bad. Once they got the ice cream, they headed for the beach, as sunset was close to starting. With strawberries and cream ice cream in hand, Haru walks along the shoreline with her taller friend, eyes on the gray sea as the sun sets towards it.]
[Food and a full belly is a pleasant feeling. Yusuke was far too prone to forgetting that feeling in favour of... well. Everything else. But it was nice to remember, and indulge every now and again. Especially when someone else was insistent on treating him.
Also the joy of.. sharing worries with a friend. Or more specifically, with Haru. There's something very cathartic about talking with someone going through the same experiences as him - no worrying about saying something stupid, getting to share experiences and discussions that had been had with other people.
His choice of ice cream for the beach walk is a simple vanilla. He doesn't want to overwhelm his senses by focusing on taste over vision.]
It's a little silvery. I imagine light reflecting off it at midday or midnight would be hauntingly beautiful.
[Meanwhile, Haru loves stronger and varied flavors, even if it means focusing on that over the other senses. She lets out a "mmm" in response, as she took a bit of said ice cream while he gave his answer, and takes a moment to enjoy the taste before giving her own.]
I wasn't here that late, but I did see how the moon looked over the ocean. It's particularly silvery then... and you're right, it's a haunting sort of beautiful.
[And you know, if he wants to stay out here until midnight to see how that looks, Haru doesn't mind... though she's sure to be tired by then. Early riser and all.]
[He chases an errant drop of ice cream with his tongue, staring thoughtfully out at the grey expanse of the ocean. It is beautiful - always beautiful. But strange. Similar, but like walking into a room you know inside out and finding someone has moved the furniture one inch to the left. Familiar, yet off.]
Only ... grey at night, instead of a deep navy. Still, I would like to paint it someday. If only for memories once we return the sky to its usual shade.
[No, he's not going to make her stay up until midnight while he paints the ocean. He'll come back another time.]
Mm. I've been told that cameras still show blues and greens, so we couldn't take a picture of this to keep that memory. Art would have to be the way.
[But oh. As the sun creeps further downward, the sky becomes a gradient of sorts: first gray, then yellow, gold, orange, with pink, purple, and red clouds dotting the sky. If one were to purely look at the sunset, it'd be like the sky hadn't changed at all.
Then there's the sea itself. Haru can tell it's starting when the ocean itself starts to turn from gray to a pinkish gold color, and specks of yellow start to reflect against the surface of the water. In response, Haru stops licking her ice cream to pay attention, and lifts her free hand to hold Yusuke's upper arm.]
Really? [There's something comforting in that. Even when the world itself has erased it, the true shade of the ocean finds a way to simply be.
He watches the slow sinking of the sun against its new silvery-grey horizon - aware of Haru's hand on his arm, and the weight of his ice cream cone in his hand. Nature, and the beauty only it can hold, continues to astound even when working against limitations. The silver shade of the ocean almost absorbs the colours, dying it in sunset hues that stretch and glow as far as the eye can see.
Yes, nature manages to be beautiful in so many ways. He'd feared he might not be as entranced by it, now it is different but...]
I know you dislike photography, but I'll try to take as many pictures as I can. And you can come visit my garden! All of my blue flowers still retained their colors somehow.
[As the sun sinks lower into the horizon, Haru tilts her head so that her cheek is against the side of his arm. She's short compared to him, okay? But it is a captivating sight, even if it's different from the way it looks with blue in the mix. It's almost like a mirror of the sky itself, a fiery version of the sunset above it. The yellow sunlight disperses and dances on the water, adding to the illusion of a bonfire.
It's different, but nature always finds a way.]
Mm, I agree. It's not the same, but it's a whole other experience. I'm glad we could see it together. [And that the sight isn't lost on Yusuke. She'd been low-key worried about it, that she hyped it up for nothing, but he seems just as taken by it as before.]
I don't dislike it... [Correction.] I just prefer the personal touch one can give a painting over a photograph.
Oh! Yes, I'd heard about that. Someone said that myosotis retains its natural shade of blue. It would be nice to remind myself, in case I am at risk of forgetting what blue looks like.
[Subconsciously, he shifts his arm just a little so that Haru will be more comfortable. He is a massive noodle man so it's fair.]
Yes. I'm very glad. It might have felt less an experience without your positive nature to shine a light on everything.
[Yusuke you get huffy at anyone who suggests photography, but:] Oh, yes! Of course. Let me know when you want to come by, all right? The surroundings are a bit... dreary, so seeing so much color could be refreshing! [There's very little gray in her garden right now. It's actually kind of remarkable, seeing the drab color of the outside, only to walk into the garden and see a little world of color pop out at you.
His next comment gets her to giggle happily, a bit flustered as she usually gets when he honestly says things like that.]
Yusuke...
[But oh, her ice cream's starting to melt. Still keeping her eyes on the ocean, she licks at the sides of the ice cream, just so that it won't drip on her hand. Her friend paid for this, and she doesn't want to waste a single bit.]
[Because painting is superior. But he's trying to rein it in, is he managing?]
Certainly. Sooner rather than later, but once we've settled into our new educational routine. [He's not cruel enough to impose on her when she's tired from class just so he can yell about the beauty of her flower garden.] I am thinking it would be best to look at it from a positive angle - the pops of colour in dull background may make them stand out even more.
[Ahh. Lovely.
Yusuke has forgotten all about his ice cream, considering the beauty of Haru's garden and how it might look in a post-Retrospec world. It's melting down the sides of the cone and running dangerously close to dropping onto his hands. RIP his ice cream and his money.]
Maybe two or three weeks after classes start? I'm sure the cats and maman would love to see you again! [Her mom in particular is always happy to see Yusuke, for... reasons. That may or may not have to do with how close Haru is to him.
And... yeah, Haru's attention is on the ocean again, now that she's saved her own ice cream, so she's not noticing Yusuke's starting to melt over and towards his hand. RIP his ice cream and his money.]
That sounds fine. It has been a while since I saw your mother. I hope she's doing alright? [Y'see, he's still never noticed this. So even if Haru wasn't entirely unattracted to his gender this still wouldn't be going anywhere. Mmmmmobliviousness. Sorry Mama!Haru. No wedding bells here.
Look at these two nerds, staring out over the ocean like the ending of a crappy romance film. And Yusuke is still not paying attention to his ice cream, so when a large glob of the dessert falls from the cone and lands unceremoniously on his hand, the sudden, sharp cold that ricochets along his nerves is enough for him to drop the whole thing on the ground.
[That's right, Haru's wedding bells are reserved for a special lady. At least Yusuke can be the maid of honor? Close enough?]
Mmhmm, she's fine. I think she's taken in Gigi as her own cat, though. She's always -
[And then Yusuke's dropping his ice cream like a loser. The jolt that goes through his body is enough to make Haru take a step away, though she is graceful and keeps a hold of her own treat. What just - oh. Oh no... RIP...]
Ah, the ice cream! [Haru's already bending down to pick the cone up, at least, though not the ice cream itself. She's pretty sure beach ants or whatever can eat that up.] Do you want to share the rest of mine? [She's licked all over it but they're probably at the point in their relationship where they don't care.]
The sharp cold that spreads from his hand is enough to make him pause, like the ice cream frozen him rather than just made a mess on his hand. It's... familiar; cold drifting through the air, and sound like glass shattering as ice forms and shatters. An ebb and release of power but he can't tell where it came from - him, but at the same time not him.
... Sorry, Haru, he's not actually heard a word you've said. Even regarding the kind offer to share ice creams. Just give him a moment.]
[She does, at least, give him a few seconds to answer. When she doesn't receive a reply, though, Haru frowns a little, then looks up at him while straightening up, both cones in her hands now.]
[You know, since she's just standing there, she's just gonna... let the empty cone drop, bend to take the napkin that's around the bottom of it, and start to wipe at the ice cream still on Yusuke's hand. If he's a little too out of it to clean it up himself, then by gosh, she'll do it for him.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
fabrefactions) wrote2017-08-26 12:53 pm
no subject
Then that's where we'll go! Here:
[Now that they're at the moped, she hands Yusuke a spare helmet she brought along. Barring running away from monsters, Haru's all about safety first. Once he takes the helmet, Haru steps over the seat of the moped, though she doesn't sit down just yet, and puts on her own purple helmet.]
I'll pay for this one. I sold a good amount last Saturday, so don't worry about the cost.
no subject
Are you sure? I've received my wages recently as well, so [once he's bought new canvases, some new paints and the pre-requisite pencil and sketch book sets for class] I can afford to pay my share.
[He's buying the ice cream though. She can actually fight him on that one.]
no subject
It's alright, I'm sure! You can pay for it next time.
[Which, "next time" could always be for ice cream if he wanted to take that route. It'd be sneaky.]
no subject
... [SQUINTS.] If you're sure... I will hold you to that.
[No, he's doing this legit!! They'll go and get proper food and she can tell him all about this thing for Minako she'll have by that point in recolle canon.]
no subject
As usual, Yusuke ate plenty and snacked on food even as they finished up and spoke about what all they learned about this. How they feel, what lies ahead for them... At least they've got each other. No matter what happens, now that they're both aware, there's a renewed promise in Haru's heart to stay by his side. Things are going to get crazy and strange from now on, after all.
Though Haru protested, Yusuke did end up being the one to pay for ice cream. At least that part wasn't as expensive as the buffet, so it's not so bad. Once they got the ice cream, they headed for the beach, as sunset was close to starting. With strawberries and cream ice cream in hand, Haru walks along the shoreline with her taller friend, eyes on the gray sea as the sun sets towards it.]
What kind of gray would you call that?
no subject
Also the joy of.. sharing worries with a friend. Or more specifically, with Haru. There's something very cathartic about talking with someone going through the same experiences as him - no worrying about saying something stupid, getting to share experiences and discussions that had been had with other people.
His choice of ice cream for the beach walk is a simple vanilla. He doesn't want to overwhelm his senses by focusing on taste over vision.]
It's a little silvery. I imagine light reflecting off it at midday or midnight would be hauntingly beautiful.
no subject
I wasn't here that late, but I did see how the moon looked over the ocean. It's particularly silvery then... and you're right, it's a haunting sort of beautiful.
[And you know, if he wants to stay out here until midnight to see how that looks, Haru doesn't mind... though she's sure to be tired by then. Early riser and all.]
no subject
[He chases an errant drop of ice cream with his tongue, staring thoughtfully out at the grey expanse of the ocean. It is beautiful - always beautiful. But strange. Similar, but like walking into a room you know inside out and finding someone has moved the furniture one inch to the left. Familiar, yet off.]
Only ... grey at night, instead of a deep navy. Still, I would like to paint it someday. If only for memories once we return the sky to its usual shade.
[No, he's not going to make her stay up until midnight while he paints the ocean. He'll come back another time.]
no subject
[But oh. As the sun creeps further downward, the sky becomes a gradient of sorts: first gray, then yellow, gold, orange, with pink, purple, and red clouds dotting the sky. If one were to purely look at the sunset, it'd be like the sky hadn't changed at all.
Then there's the sea itself. Haru can tell it's starting when the ocean itself starts to turn from gray to a pinkish gold color, and specks of yellow start to reflect against the surface of the water. In response, Haru stops licking her ice cream to pay attention, and lifts her free hand to hold Yusuke's upper arm.]
Look, it's starting!
no subject
He watches the slow sinking of the sun against its new silvery-grey horizon - aware of Haru's hand on his arm, and the weight of his ice cream cone in his hand. Nature, and the beauty only it can hold, continues to astound even when working against limitations. The silver shade of the ocean almost absorbs the colours, dying it in sunset hues that stretch and glow as far as the eye can see.
Yes, nature manages to be beautiful in so many ways. He'd feared he might not be as entranced by it, now it is different but...]
I'm glad that it is still a captivating sight.
no subject
[As the sun sinks lower into the horizon, Haru tilts her head so that her cheek is against the side of his arm. She's short compared to him, okay? But it is a captivating sight, even if it's different from the way it looks with blue in the mix. It's almost like a mirror of the sky itself, a fiery version of the sunset above it. The yellow sunlight disperses and dances on the water, adding to the illusion of a bonfire.
It's different, but nature always finds a way.]
Mm, I agree. It's not the same, but it's a whole other experience. I'm glad we could see it together. [And that the sight isn't lost on Yusuke. She'd been low-key worried about it, that she hyped it up for nothing, but he seems just as taken by it as before.]
no subject
Oh! Yes, I'd heard about that. Someone said that myosotis retains its natural shade of blue. It would be nice to remind myself, in case I am at risk of forgetting what blue looks like.
[Subconsciously, he shifts his arm just a little so that Haru will be more comfortable. He is a massive noodle man so it's fair.]
Yes. I'm very glad. It might have felt less an experience without your positive nature to shine a light on everything.
no subject
His next comment gets her to giggle happily, a bit flustered as she usually gets when he honestly says things like that.]
Yusuke...
[But oh, her ice cream's starting to melt. Still keeping her eyes on the ocean, she licks at the sides of the ice cream, just so that it won't drip on her hand. Her friend paid for this, and she doesn't want to waste a single bit.]
no subject
Certainly. Sooner rather than later, but once we've settled into our new educational routine. [He's not cruel enough to impose on her when she's tired from class just so he can yell about the beauty of her flower garden.] I am thinking it would be best to look at it from a positive angle - the pops of colour in dull background may make them stand out even more.
[Ahh. Lovely.
Yusuke has forgotten all about his ice cream, considering the beauty of Haru's garden and how it might look in a post-Retrospec world. It's melting down the sides of the cone and running dangerously close to dropping onto his hands. RIP his ice cream and his money.]
no subject
Maybe two or three weeks after classes start? I'm sure the cats and maman would love to see you again! [Her mom in particular is always happy to see Yusuke, for... reasons. That may or may not have to do with how close Haru is to him.
And... yeah, Haru's attention is on the ocean again, now that she's saved her own ice cream, so she's not noticing Yusuke's starting to melt over and towards his hand. RIP his ice cream and his money.]
no subject
Look at these two nerds, staring out over the ocean like the ending of a crappy romance film. And Yusuke is still not paying attention to his ice cream, so when a large glob of the dessert falls from the cone and lands unceremoniously on his hand, the sudden, sharp cold that ricochets along his nerves is enough for him to drop the whole thing on the ground.
Nice going, loser.]
no subject
Mmhmm, she's fine. I think she's taken in Gigi as her own cat, though. She's always -
[And then Yusuke's dropping his ice cream like a loser. The jolt that goes through his body is enough to make Haru take a step away, though she is graceful and keeps a hold of her own treat. What just - oh. Oh no... RIP...]
Ah, the ice cream! [Haru's already bending down to pick the cone up, at least, though not the ice cream itself. She's pretty sure beach ants or whatever can eat that up.] Do you want to share the rest of mine? [She's licked all over it but they're probably at the point in their relationship where they don't care.]
no subject
The sharp cold that spreads from his hand is enough to make him pause, like the ice cream frozen him rather than just made a mess on his hand. It's... familiar; cold drifting through the air, and sound like glass shattering as ice forms and shatters. An ebb and release of power but he can't tell where it came from - him, but at the same time not him.
... Sorry, Haru, he's not actually heard a word you've said. Even regarding the kind offer to share ice creams. Just give him a moment.]
no subject
Yusuke? [He seems... lost in thought.]
no subject
Hm?
[Oh. Right. Beach, ocean, time with Haru. What on earth happened there?]
Sorry, did you say something?
no subject
Are you okay? Ah, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?
[An important bout of inspiration? A nice daydream he had?]
no subject
Ah... no. No, you didn't interrupt anything. I just had a... strange moment.
[That's very descriptive, Yusuke. Well done.]
My apologies, I didn't mean to worry you.
no subject
[You know, since she's just standing there, she's just gonna... let the empty cone drop, bend to take the napkin that's around the bottom of it, and start to wipe at the ice cream still on Yusuke's hand. If he's a little too out of it to clean it up himself, then by gosh, she'll do it for him.]
Was it... like a vision of sorts?
no subject
A vision...
Yes, perhaps that is a good way of putting it. A vision of ice, blooming at my command.