Maybe. [The weather is not something Miyaji's taken observation of since the Twelve grew bored with their previous stunt. Once it was safe to start stepping out of the house, there wasn't much use in worrying anymore. But how Miyaji operates his thoughts obviously might not apply to Suzuya and he nods belatedly, semi-agreeing with Suzuya's statement. However, before he discards the opportunity to talk candidly about the weather further, there's a distinct oddness in Suzuya's phrasing that requires his attention more.] "This year?" [Normally, Miyaji would have taken that at face value. That it's nearing the end of a calendar year but hadn't Suzuya arrived sometime close to this date? He vaguely remembers the details of Suzuya's arrival, seeing as Miyaji was one of the first people to help him settle] Has it already been a year for you, Tohzuki? [How time passes. That means that among the Seigetsu representatives, they've been here the longest thus far. It almost gives him a headache to imagine if they grow another year older in this place.
Depressing notion aside, Miyaji idly stares into the window as he senses Suzuya approach him from his side. At the sensation (eh eh eh oh) of Suzuya's shoulders against his, Miyaji attempts to adjust his position so that they aren't in such close proximity to one another but after some consideration, he finds himself not minding and presses close to him. Nervous, Miyaji ends up talking a little too eagerly about the desserts the store has to offer to distract himself from thinking about Suzuya]
Can you see the ones in the back? The assorted macaroons? [He presses his fingers against the glass. It's obvious from the fact that since they're fairly hard to spot, Miyaji must have been staring at this store for a while to immediately recognize their location. A detail he can't consider or correct as he continues on] We should buy a box. [Or ten]
[ With a tinge of mirth wedged between the indulgent, almost faint curling of the corner of his lips, he proffers another inaudible semblance of a laugh. Almost in direct response to this, his hand successively moves upwards – aiming to soothingly cup out the potentially distinct symbols of his own personal merriment. As stark, and perhaps critically disconcerting as their constant and continued presence in Zodion was, Suzuya resolved himself on remaining progressive and affirmative in regards to the conclusive quandaries and trepidations that soon followed in their pursuit. Losing hope wasn’t an option, at the very least; he considered that to some degree – while she wasn’t here – pushed on for her sake. Though, that may have been evidence to his more egotistical sense of self-gratification. Regardless, he also didn’t want to risk the possibility of affronting or alarming Miyaji. Keeping the topic lighthearted, he replies-- ] It doesn’t feel that long, though.
It’s strange how we’ve been here for so many seasons and yet… [ They haven’t been returned home. With how Zodion was designed, he had only assumed that this farce would have ended sooner or later. He supposes the Gods, capriciously decided on later. As Miyaji pointed out the sweets, he vaguely looked them over. ] Good choice. They say macaroons are best created in weather that’s a little colder and predominately dry, after all. It’s best to eat things fresh and in season. [ Or in weather appropriateness, but w/e, same difference. ] We’ll do that then. We could share with the others at the inn, too. [ Let’s go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Only, they can’t so. [yaoming] But, that only leaves Suzuya with one kawaii option, I guess. ]
LMFAO i can't handle that icon of suzuya knitting underwear
[Miyaji, too, subconsciously traces the tattoo that marks him. The ink that symbolizes his imprisonment. It's difficult but Miyaji can still recall when the Scorpio mark was only faint in color–close to camouflaging with his skin–but as time continued to pass it has only grown darker and more distinct like a physical record of his stay. And as his fingers glide over the mark under his sleeve, he winces as if it still stings as badly and as suddenly as when he had first arrived. If he was alone, Miyaji might resort to crying but since he's with company, losing face is not something he can afford to do. As the one who's been here the longest, showing how broken his spirit is... is not something he can selfishly do]
I miss... being able to go home. [Still, he lets that much slip. His parents, his brothers and even the rest of the archery club who were like family him are all the people he imagine when he closes his eyes and another day passes in this place. If he could be with them all again, at the price of forgetting everything that they've done here... would be a deal he could never regret
Transitioning from such a depressing topic to the other is difficult and Miyaji chokes down a breath as he looks through the store's window once more. The idea of scoffing down macaroons is less appetizing then it was a few minutes ago but since this is Miyaji, when it comes to sweets, his mood easily livens up.] Ah. I agree. I think Nanami would enjoy these as well. [But Miyaji also is unkindly reminded of their situation. Miyaji glances at the mistletoe that still mocks them, glaring at it for a brief second before realizing his stubbornness is pointless. But it's not as if he can... change in a place like this.]
Tohzuki. I hope you know I've forgiven you. [Now that they're here, he may as well... talk about it] I know I was harsh to you about Kanakubo-senpai but I was more angry with what was happening to us then I was with you. I know that you probably... didn't have much of a choice like now and I apologize for that. [He was wrong but he's not going to say that]
... What I'm trying to say is... [A deep breath] I won't be mad at you if... we do this. [Hahaha oh my god, no escape... he can't take that back now. As usual, this is mine, embarrassment that is]
LMFAO he’s so ridiculous. the start of his hideous hobbies…
[ Contradictorily, though many aspects of their situation were nowhere near ideal, Suzuya was fairly tolerant. Or rather, at the very least, he remained lenient and flexible in regards to the varying state of affairs that they were all inexorably involved in. Hearing Miyaji’s confession, in many ways, concerned him—perhaps, even alarmed him. Normally words of feebleness and general vulnerability were hardly ever exchanged between to two, and so he stands there, temporarily mind-numbed.
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]
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Depressing notion aside, Miyaji idly stares into the window as he senses Suzuya approach him from his side. At the sensation (eh eh eh oh) of Suzuya's shoulders against his, Miyaji attempts to adjust his position so that they aren't in such close proximity to one another but after some consideration, he finds himself not minding and presses close to him. Nervous, Miyaji ends up talking a little too eagerly about the desserts the store has to offer to distract himself from thinking about Suzuya]
Can you see the ones in the back? The assorted macaroons? [He presses his fingers against the glass. It's obvious from the fact that since they're fairly hard to spot, Miyaji must have been staring at this store for a while to immediately recognize their location. A detail he can't consider or correct as he continues on] We should buy a box. [Or ten]
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It’s strange how we’ve been here for so many seasons and yet… [ They haven’t been returned home. With how Zodion was designed, he had only assumed that this farce would have ended sooner or later. He supposes the Gods, capriciously decided on later. As Miyaji pointed out the sweets, he vaguely looked them over. ] Good choice. They say macaroons are best created in weather that’s a little colder and predominately dry, after all. It’s best to eat things fresh and in season. [ Or in weather appropriateness, but w/e, same difference. ] We’ll do that then. We could share with the others at the inn, too. [ Let’s go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Only, they can’t so. [yaoming] But, that only leaves Suzuya with one kawaii option, I guess. ]
LMFAO i can't handle that icon of suzuya knitting underwear
I miss... being able to go home. [Still, he lets that much slip. His parents, his brothers and even the rest of the archery club who were like family him are all the people he imagine when he closes his eyes and another day passes in this place. If he could be with them all again, at the price of forgetting everything that they've done here... would be a deal he could never regret
Transitioning from such a depressing topic to the other is difficult and Miyaji chokes down a breath as he looks through the store's window once more. The idea of scoffing down macaroons is less appetizing then it was a few minutes ago but since this is Miyaji, when it comes to sweets, his mood easily livens up.] Ah. I agree. I think Nanami would enjoy these as well. [But Miyaji also is unkindly reminded of their situation. Miyaji glances at the mistletoe that still mocks them, glaring at it for a brief second before realizing his stubbornness is pointless. But it's not as if he can... change in a place like this.]
Tohzuki. I hope you know I've forgiven you. [Now that they're here, he may as well... talk about it] I know I was harsh to you about Kanakubo-senpai but I was more angry with what was happening to us then I was with you. I know that you probably... didn't have much of a choice like now and I apologize for that. [He was wrong but he's not going to say that]
... What I'm trying to say is... [A deep breath] I won't be mad at you if... we do this. [Hahaha oh my god, no escape... he can't take that back now. As usual, this is mine, embarrassment that is]
LMFAO he’s so ridiculous. the start of his hideous hobbies…
Analyzing the situation neutrally, he mulls over his options. While he wanted to provide his companion with some peace of mind, he knew how futile his efforts doubtlessly were and so he nods attentively, at least trying to project his concern and care. ] I’m sure we’ll be returned home in time. [ A pause. ] Sooner, hopefully. [ The Twelve couldn’t keep them here forever, right? Or at least, in theory.
Aside from the surprise that was evidently derived from abrupt admittance and concession of Miyaji’s own feelings of fragility, his next set of words equally… astonished him. And it likely showed. Regaining his bearings, a small smile spreads across his lips. ] Ah..
Honestly, I’ve always been a little worried that I troubled you, as well as Kanakubi-senpai. [ Sighing a little in relief, he offers Miyaji a light touch on the shoulder. Asserting their mutual understanding. ] Thank you. [ Before divulging something of his own-- ] I'm the same. These situations are usually difficult, so I'm always glad that we somehow... always manage to get through them together.
[ Honestly, while there was still some hesitation diluted in his eyes, he's quick to realize just how useless most of sentiments truly were-- ultimately doing nothing to solve their main issue. As such, he firmly endeavors on grasping his resolve. While it was (still) a strange idea to be partaking in such an affectionate activity with one of his closest friends here, he supposes it was either “now or later,” and unlike the Twelve, he couldn’t afford for "later." Reaching seize his own scarf, he carefully moves to unravel it. Scarf now removed, he opens it out smoothly before successively placing it behind and over Miyaji’s head. At least, this way, their privacy was sealed, right? ] I'm doing it now. [ Suzuya says these words almost inaudibly, his tone hushed and secretive. Finally, without waiting for a reply, he leans in, his lips finally meeting Miyaji's in a chaste kiss. ]