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he caught sight of blue hair through the window and thus jakurai made his way inside, pushing the door open to be greeted by the sound of the radio from within. the smell of warm coffee, of freshly cooked soup + various fruity teas all wafted his way as he walked over to where isa was sitting and took the dining chair opposing him. “ good afternoon. “ he said, a smile easily coming to his features as he regarded the other. in the daylight, there was so much more to see. the details to isa’s face which had been masked by the darkness, to his skin and to his expression. “ thank you for recommending this place; it looks lovely ! “

              He does not LIKE HER.  It seems silly, somehow --- petulant to think of it like that.  Can they truly like or dislike anything?  And yet it is clear in his empty eyes and his cavernous words and the single syllables that make up words like IT and THING.  And she, in turn --- fears him?  Is that what it is?  She is small, and young, and over - curious as to the bond he and one of her BEST FRIENDS share, but primarily she thinks she is afraid.  Or something like it.

a practical man of science, but with an emotional inner self whose drive to uncover the truth + a passion to aid whomever whenever he was able, it was natural that he followed the flow of people along the streetlamp-lit walkway, guided by the chattering of strangers as they basked in the cool night air. there seemed an absence of danger, especially as people filtered into the streets where the theatre’s boulevard began, a sense of peace residing across the entire division.

as the crowds thinned, jakurai realised he had ventured into the star trail; a lengthy street filled with lights + sound. despite the abundance of glowing lamps and hanging bulbs, the sky above was not at all masked or hidden, instead allowing a clear view of every twinkling star above, residing seemingly so far away and above the unfamiliar world. a small area of grass resided some ways beyond the stalls, and jakurai was drawn there automatically, the darkness of the area allowing for a much better view of the night sky above.

a lone bench sat overlooking the greenery, and upon it sat a single figure, eyes pointed skyward. jakurai hesitated before approaching, wanting the chance to sit and enjoy the view, but not truly wishing to disturb a stranger deep in thought.

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POETRY SENTENCE MEME

⇾ “ karma has a way of working and doing its due diligence ” asked by @munraizu

there was always a certain wisdom behind much of what isa said, as if he spoke not in some parroted, faux-learned way, but from experience and awareness. some depth to his words, as he spoke his piece and allowed a pause to drink. jakurai was transfixed somewhat, glancing aside if only to watch raindrops chasing each other down the soaked window of the café. if karma was real, it would both answer so many questions but also raise some in their stead. perhaps it was a long game to play, one that could take a lifetime, but there was no denying there were those he would have liked to have seen pay for the misfortune they cast.

“ you think so? “ his gaze shifted back, rolling over the way isa’s arms were folded against his chest, travelling upward till they met eye to eye once more. “ it does tend to happen, doesn’t it? if someone does something awful, usually they find some form of punishment eventually. “ he scratched at his cheek gently with the tip of his finger. “ but unfortunately, it doesn’t always seem to work. too many people abuse their positions, take advantage of their role. some people do terrible things and simply live with them. i cannot imagine it, myself. “ or can he?

FLUSTERED SENTENCE MEME

⇾ “Ha, it’s so easy to tease you and your reactions are the best” asked by @munraizu​

his eyes widened in surprise as the other man chuckled, jakurai paused for a moment in a stunned silence. there were still so many things he was not entirely accustomed with, as well as things that perhaps were far better known amongst the younger population of the island, but was he truly so out of touch with jokes that he might not catch the sarcastic quip of isa’s jest at all? a warm scarlet blossomed beneath his eyes and he quickly glanced aside, a hand coming to shield himself somewhat from the embarrassment of clearly so silly a question.

“ ah, i think i understand now. “ he said so with a laugh of his own; a collected chuckle as he fought off the burn of his face. “ i assure you i’m not nearly as old as that question made me to sound. “ a poor attempt to make himself sound less like an old man, really. it had felt like a simple question, a request for explanation into some of the local lingo which clearly was used by the more youthful islanders. he wasn’t truly that old at all, but times such of those... well, he still had yet to meet isa’s gaze from his shame. 

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⇾ @munraizu​

from seemingly nowhere the skies had opened and the heavens unleashed a heavy flood of rain. once blue, the world above was now a thick mass of grey with the occasional spark of bright lightning illuminating the horizon. fortunately, jakurai had been well prepared. he’d long since purchased a long, practical umbrella with a curved handle, which he then clung to as the rain came clattering about the pavements around him. droplets rolled down the open shelter, before joining the puddles below as the doctor continued his walk through one of the spirale parks. 

he might not have noticed the familiar streak of blue suddenly dashing past him, had he not looked up in that exact moment at the sound of wet footsteps running through the downpour caught his ear. as the figure slowed to catch their breath, jakurai called out as loud as he could, just about audible over the rain. “ isa ! “  he quickly caught up, his umbrella shielding the other from getting soaked any further. 

from the looks of him, he was already quite damp, hair clinging to his forehead and his jacket a much darker shade than perhaps it usually was. droplets almost akin to tears were clinging to his eyelashes, before running streams down his cheeks as he looked up to meet jakurai’s gaze. “ oh dear, one moment. “ even in the warmer weather, getting soaked to the skin could still very well lead to a cold. he withdrew a fresh tissue from his pocket and offered a sympathetic dab to his forehead, before just handing over the scented tissue regardless.