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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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Yusuke? [He seems... lost in thought.]
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Hm?
[Oh. Right. Beach, ocean, time with Haru. What on earth happened there?]
Sorry, did you say something?
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Are you okay? Ah, I didn't interrupt anything, did I?
[An important bout of inspiration? A nice daydream he had?]
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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.
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[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?
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A vision...
Yes, perhaps that is a good way of putting it. A vision of ice, blooming at my command.