Ishigaki chooses to ignore Midousuji's question, partially for hoping that silence is the answer he needs, partially for not having the will to admit to it. Maybe, selfishly, it didn't matter now that he received the answer he was looking for out of the conversation. Satisfied, he begins to type:
Ok! I'll see you then.
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The bag feels light enough hanging off his shoulder, but its size is awkward to manage in a train bustling with people on the start of a weekend's afternoon. It's chilly even inside the train with fall creeping up, and he thanks himself for wearing sweats over his cycling jersey.
Ishigaki's fingers absentmindedly open his phone for the time as he leans back in his seat. It had only been fifteen minutes since he last checked, and he sighs in humiliation. He wants to put blame on that fact he's glad to come back to his hometown after a long semester, which is true, but he knows himself better than that. It's Midousuji that's caught in his mind, and Ishigaki finds that increasingly difficult to deny as the minutes turn into hours.
He eventually decides that denying he's excited to see Midousuji on a train ride to see Midousuji was... stupid, and he takes the solitude he now has time for to reflect on that. Midousuji's mannerism, his magic way of thinking, even his haunting appearance- when there was no one to compare to Midousuji, of course it's rewarding for someone so unique to be a part of his life again. Ishigaki could even compare him to an exotic animal. One that would run away if he allows himself to slip, but somehow, one way or another, Ishigaki was learning to- not tame, that's not what he wanted- but coexist with that animal.
After all, this eccentric nearness from him was something he's yearned to be rewarded with since the beginning.
Those realizations trigger a rewarding, fluffy feeling in Ishigaki's chest, and he now wonders why he would want to dismiss that sentiment at all. He forces himself not to smile stupidly in public. ( Straightly! As one does when thinking of a friend. )
Eventually, Ishigaki feels the train come to a slow stop. He continues to sit, letting the other passengers ahead before stepping out.
Ishigaki stretches his arms wide, yawning, letting his eyes roam over the station. Without the crowds, it's much more spacious than Tokyo's, and the air smells of a familiar sweetness in the distance. Even without a crowd to pick Midousuji's long stature in, he's finding it difficult to spot the other.
Maybe he arrived early? Or is Midousuji running late? After a ride that long, he's too impatient to wait for an answer, and he pulls his phone out to dial his number.
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Ok! I'll see you then.
--
The bag feels light enough hanging off his shoulder, but its size is awkward to manage in a train bustling with people on the start of a weekend's afternoon. It's chilly even inside the train with fall creeping up, and he thanks himself for wearing sweats over his cycling jersey.
Ishigaki's fingers absentmindedly open his phone for the time as he leans back in his seat. It had only been fifteen minutes since he last checked, and he sighs in humiliation. He wants to put blame on that fact he's glad to come back to his hometown after a long semester, which is true, but he knows himself better than that. It's Midousuji that's caught in his mind, and Ishigaki finds that increasingly difficult to deny as the minutes turn into hours.
He eventually decides that denying he's excited to see Midousuji on a train ride to see Midousuji was... stupid, and he takes the solitude he now has time for to reflect on that. Midousuji's mannerism, his magic way of thinking, even his haunting appearance- when there was no one to compare to Midousuji, of course it's rewarding for someone so unique to be a part of his life again. Ishigaki could even compare him to an exotic animal. One that would run away if he allows himself to slip, but somehow, one way or another, Ishigaki was learning to- not tame, that's not what he wanted- but coexist with that animal.
After all, this eccentric nearness from him was something he's yearned to be rewarded with since the beginning.
Those realizations trigger a rewarding, fluffy feeling in Ishigaki's chest, and he now wonders why he would want to dismiss that sentiment at all. He forces himself not to smile stupidly in public. ( Straightly! As one does when thinking of a friend. )
Eventually, Ishigaki feels the train come to a slow stop. He continues to sit, letting the other passengers ahead before stepping out.
Ishigaki stretches his arms wide, yawning, letting his eyes roam over the station. Without the crowds, it's much more spacious than Tokyo's, and the air smells of a familiar sweetness in the distance. Even without a crowd to pick Midousuji's long stature in, he's finding it difficult to spot the other.
Maybe he arrived early? Or is Midousuji running late? After a ride that long, he's too impatient to wait for an answer, and he pulls his phone out to dial his number.