#hiringuhato

“This question is of upmost importance, Josuke. It will determine the state of our friendship for potentially the rest of our lives!” She stabbed the spoon aggressively into the shaved ice, scooping a small portion and eating it, using the strawberry coated end to gesture at Josuke. Once she swallowed, she continued; “ -- So, you know, no pressure.”

Trish adjusted a little on her perch at the wall, at least making her somewhat eye-level to the taller boy, legs crossed under her and bowl transferred to her lap. She eyed his own dessert, leaning over to steal a spoonful before he could protest, snickering to herself as she victoriously popped it in her mouth.

“ -- Okay, okay,” Right, the question. Trish adopted a serious tone. “If you were stranded on a deserted island, which CD would be packed in your bag: Spice Girls, Britney Spears, or Aqua? Choose wisely.”

                           there were always perks to getting errands done ahead of time. unfortunately, those upsides always came with a downside---free time to kill, with nothing to do. it resulted in having yukako roam around town, looking at shops she had not visited in while. she got bored rather quickly after glancing around for bit, but she wasn’t in the mood to go back home either. there was even less to do there as well. koichi was away in italy, so she couldn’t call him to hang out. it was rather...frustrating ! 

MELODRAMATIC  SHIT  I’VE  SAID  IN  ARGUMENTS || STILL ACCEPTING.

✪ ——— She was so lost in her own world, that she didn’t realize that she was staring at the other guy’s direction. It wasn’t until he spoke up that she broke free of the spell her own imagination cast over her. Her face turned a peach colored hue as she tried to come up with an explanation.  Which was fair of him to point out that she looked like was transfixed on him and he had all the right to ask what was up with that. Flubbing over her words, pausing to take a deep sigh instead. Waiting a second as she, just said the truth.

                 “I was daydreaming. I’m sorry if I looked like was creeping up on ya. I promise it won’t happen again. Haha...”

☕ - reassuring touch 

How pathetic did she look? Almost six years old, and here she was, crying over a scraped knee. Looking all around the house, she couldn’t find her father, or her mother. Had they left her alone when she was outside playing? When would they be back? That only made her cry harder, the fear of the unknown setting in, and she hadn’t even noticed when the other had walked in. Not until she felt a hand on her knee, that is, and not until she opened her eyes and saw Uncle Josuke in front of her, and she sniffled and shook a bit as he reassured her. 

Joseph blinked, stunned into silence. It took him a moment to register what exactly Josuke had said, but when it did--it was obvious. A beaming grin took over his face, uncontrollably happy. His son... wanted to spend time with him? There was such a great amount of joy within him that it was hard to express.

He was so painfully happy that Josuke didn’t resent him. “--Of course! I’d love to, Josuke!” He exclaimed excitedly. “I wouldn’t want to impose on your time... I’m always available for as long as I’m still here,” he added with a doddering nod.