â On the Town | Tsuki & Hirato
"Yes, youâre right; I would prefer to walk. Allons-y, Tsukitachi." Hirato swept out his arm in front of him in a mock bow as he smiled at his friend. Mm, despite them not having talked for years Tsukitachi still managed to keep his preferences in mind. It was rather impressive actually; this was the man who would get sidetracked by the slightest thing and who promptly forgot everything he had learned after term ended. Still, the red head had always been a people person⌠as his days in Maloise showed.
A quiet chuckled fell from his lips as he recalled their college days together: him exasperated and Tsuki grinning sheepishly as he yet again asked to copy his notes for the few lectures they shared. âAh, mon ami, we havenât changed that much have we?â Hirato mused aloud and cast a quick glance at his companion as they walked towards town breaking the silence that had blanketed them.
"Even though itâs been ten yearsâten years mon Dieuâsince we were students weâre stillâŚâ he waved his hand expressively trying to convey exactly what he meant, âus.âÂ
Whatever that means.Â
Hands buried deep in the pockets of his jacket, Tsukitachi kept his gaze down at his shoes as they walked in silence, his thoughts on the choice of wine he'd be making for the evening in just a little while. It was only when Hirato spoke that he glanced up again, the wide smile returning to his lips as he took in the other man's words. "We haven't really, no. I mean, we've grown up to some extent. Or at least you have." His smile turned cheeky. "You're very much the responsible adult, aren't you? But then, you've always been this way. A spoilsport." Tsuki pulled a hand free of his pocket to swat at his companion's arm.
Ten years. Had it really been that long already? It certainly didn't feel that way. And it certainly didn't feel like years since the two of them had gone out together like this. They had fallen so easily into their old routine, it was almost as though they were nineteen years old and bickering all over again. Tsuki smiled nostalgically at the thought. But alas, they were not nineteen anymore and this was likely to be the last time they spent together for another few years - they were both very busy men, after all; Hirato more so than him.
With a little chuckle, Tsukitachi tucked his hand back into his pocket, letting out a musical little laugh as his gaze moved over Hirato's face. "We're still us, yes. That's a comforting thought."















