[ it's just another afternoon. makoto's en-route to home after buying groceries, which explains the plastic bags clutched at his sides. for no reason in particular, he's foregone taking the trains back, because apparently the long-winded scenic route holds more appeal for makoto when he isn't half-dead overworking himself. the jungles might've taken a toll on him, but so does everything else, so he's just mincing semantics.
there's no denying that cutting through the gardens is a largely self-indulgent move on his part. he can't pin a name on all the colors of the wind, but the air isn't so rarefied and mechanical as it is through the metropolitan districts, so it's easier to breathe. for a time, makoto (uselessly) wanders about, stringently avoiding anything that even coincidentally reminds him of water with pressing absorption.
it's in this convoluted meandering that he finds zack doing squats in an open clearing for no discernible reason.
makoto comes to a standstill, slightly weirded out but mostly confused when he eventually speaks up. secondhand embarrassment has nothing on his current state of mind. ]
ZACK FAIR
there's no denying that cutting through the gardens is a largely self-indulgent move on his part. he can't pin a name on all the colors of the wind, but the air isn't so rarefied and mechanical as it is through the metropolitan districts, so it's easier to breathe. for a time, makoto (uselessly) wanders about, stringently avoiding anything that even coincidentally reminds him of water with pressing absorption.
it's in this convoluted meandering that he finds zack doing squats in an open clearing for no discernible reason.
makoto comes to a standstill, slightly weirded out but mostly confused when he eventually speaks up. secondhand embarrassment has nothing on his current state of mind. ]
Er ... Zack?