A Brief Departure [Closed RP with tokushi]
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The silence that surrounded the majority of their walk was not entirely intentional, on Taikiās 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 couldnāt 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.Ā
Just like Kato-san and Yukimura-san said, if itās him, Iād know, right? Itās pointless to think about things I have no proof for, it would only hurt his feelings.Ā
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:
āPaper wonāt be the only thing folding under my hands, darling.ā āHahaha, I donāt doubt that. But I suppose weāll have to do some rearranging first. I assure you, my list of priorities puts youā¦at the top.ā
Suddenly, Taiki burst into a short fit of pure, uninhibited laughter. He couldnāt 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 wasnāt likely to last, but even temporary comedic relief such as this was something to be cherished.Ā
āHahaha! Well, I wouldnāt want to stay boxedĀ into one material, right?ā
The courier jumped at the sudden burst of euphoric release. Shunjirou was not one to expect any sort of joke he could conjure to receive a positive reaction from anyone. A joke borrowed from someone else was barely a step above considering his delivery of the substance, so it was definitely a surprise to find the organizer so vehemently joyful at the courierās little quip.
Tightening his grip once more, Shunjirou silently wrung the straps until the fabric burned his palms. The courier could feel his face swelling up, and that unusually uneasy feeling that bubbled up in his stomach around the other came again. Itās almost as if the laugh of the other was such a foreign feeling brought forth from actions of himself caused an allergic reaction. Hives to something so intoxicatingly comforting...
Caught between a grimace and a grin, the flurry of whatever the courier was feeling smeared its rosy presence across the boyās face. An awkward puff of noise somewhere between a chuckle and a hacking cough spit its way out of Shunjirouās mouth, and again he quickly tightened back up.
āH-Hey...Taiki-ā
With a sharp, sudden silence, the courier quickly pulled back, a distance call ringing in backgroup.
ā-H-Hamasaki-san, enjoy... your trip.āĀ
















