With an almost eager hop in his step, the courier jingled as he paced steps behind the other. It seemed Shunjirou was pleased with his immediate expedience for Hamasaki. It was all well, perfectly well for Shunjirou to be viable in this way for someone as the organizer was its own reward after all.
Though the organizers recognition of his deeds were not a gratification Shunjirou would shirk away.
“I-I hope that you’ll enjoy your time, r-really.”
Following alongside the bends and curves stemming from the other’s room, the courier found himself content to simply follow along with his companion in silence. Despite his oh so meticulous planning, it seemed short lived and yet, the most impromptu time spent with the organizer had been none the less prized for Shunjirou.
It seemed funny in a way.
But of course, this way simply his feelings on the matter, and to think the organizer would be fond of his awkward silence. Despite his previous thoughts over Hamasaki’s reserved temperment, it made itself clear how tunneled his vision could come at times, and if anything, Hamasaki deserved to feel the ease he presented himself with.
Perhaps the organizer would enjoy small talk. With another wide stride to pull himself beside the other, Shunjirou gave a dry cough.
“R-Recently, packages have been switched to recycled cardboard, b-but I am in parcel t-to card stock.”
The courier gave another dry cough. He had heard that one at work.
The silence that surrounded the majority of their walk was not entirely intentional, on Taiki’s part. Thoughts could so easily pull him out of touch nowadays, and the organizer lately had mountains of such thoughts to occupy him. Even now, despite the greatest of efforts on his part, he couldn’t stave off the lingering familiarity that clung to him whenever he looked at the courier. Those honeyed eyes, the delicate dexterity of his hands, the turn of his smile, he knew such thoughts were unfair, but that did nothing to fully silence them.
Just like Kato-san and Yukimura-san said, if it’s him, I’d know, right? It’s pointless to think about things I have no proof for, it would only hurt his feelings.
The pun was, admittedly, unexpected. It was funny enough to warrant a giggle from the organizer, causing him to naturally turn and prepare a response of his own. Somehow, the comment reminded him of a fonder memory, one that had been replaying in his mind from time to time over the past few months:
"Paper won’t be the only thing folding under my hands, darling.” “Hahaha, I don’t doubt that. But I suppose we’ll have to do some rearranging first. I assure you, my list of priorities puts you…at the top.”
Suddenly, Taiki burst into a short fit of pure, uninhibited laughter. He couldn’t begin to fathom why it came upon him so suddenly, especially when his mood was still so grim, but he had no desire to question the outburst right now. Perhaps it was partially forced, perhaps stress was getting to him more acutely, perhaps being reminded of simpler times had done something, or perhaps he was simply thankful to have a friend right now. The clear sound echoed through the halls briefly, while he attempted to bring himself under control. This was, perhaps, the sort of catharsis he needed today. It wasn’t likely to last, but even temporary comedic relief such as this was something to be cherished.
“Hahaha! Well, I wouldn’t want to stay boxed into one material, right?”
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