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( CLOSED ) wishy-washiness
Who: Haruka Nanase (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freed) & Makoto Tachibana (cordated)
When: IC 12/17
Where: Shopping District
What: Haru isn't a good enabler, Makoto's just a convenient pushover a majority of the time. Otherwise known as: that one time they went out to buy glasses.
Rating/Warning: Cavity-inducing domesticity ...
[ to be honest, rectifying his trifling vision problem wasn't a big-ticket item on makoto's priorities as of late, what with the supposed annihilation of their world (which tended to occupy a majority of his conscious thoughts with blatant indiscretion), but time supposedly healed all wounds. however, whether that saying applied to inter-dimensional absurdity was up for debate. waffling between emotional turmoil and nervous hysterics only came as a half-off bargain deal en route to becoming the self-fulfilling trainwreck.
in any case, his catalyst arrived a week or so later in the form of haru forcibly dragging him out of the apartment at first light with that sort of retaliatory fervor he typically only displayed around rin and immense bodies of water. putting up lukewarm protests or inquiries only seemed to further incite his best friend's wrath, so makoto resigned himself to just keeping pace from one district to the next, tension drum-taut and seizing at his gradually declining composure in intervals.
exiting the metro rail, they start off down one avenue, eventually landing in front of a shop with all the trappings of an optometrist center, right down to the gigantic, blinking robotic eyeball literally set into the glass storefront, because that's a completely normal fixture of every esteemed business establishment back home.
quailing at the implicit prospect of trusting strangers from another planet with any organ in his body (and growing a backbone as far as giving into a mild form of hedonism went), makoto stares and promptly blanches when haru wastes no time wrenching the door open, readily towing him along like he isn't skidding along asphalt trying to force a gridlocked standoff for fear of their lives. his sneaker squeal along concrete, persevering in the face of adversity, imminent destruction, and roughly 138 pounds of ill-elicited conviction.
out of concern for their immediate wellbeing, makoto wastes no time launching into damage control. he steadfastly clamps both of his hands on haru's shoulders in a last-ditch effort to coax any remnant dredges of sanity back into his fellow teammate. ]
Haru, are you sure it's okay to go in just like that? I don't really need glasses in the first place, plus I don't have my prescription on me, so ... !
freed) & Makoto Tachibana (cordated)When: IC 12/17
Where: Shopping District
What: Haru isn't a good enabler, Makoto's just a convenient pushover a majority of the time. Otherwise known as: that one time they went out to buy glasses.
Rating/Warning: Cavity-inducing domesticity ...
[ to be honest, rectifying his trifling vision problem wasn't a big-ticket item on makoto's priorities as of late, what with the supposed annihilation of their world (which tended to occupy a majority of his conscious thoughts with blatant indiscretion), but time supposedly healed all wounds. however, whether that saying applied to inter-dimensional absurdity was up for debate. waffling between emotional turmoil and nervous hysterics only came as a half-off bargain deal en route to becoming the self-fulfilling trainwreck.
in any case, his catalyst arrived a week or so later in the form of haru forcibly dragging him out of the apartment at first light with that sort of retaliatory fervor he typically only displayed around rin and immense bodies of water. putting up lukewarm protests or inquiries only seemed to further incite his best friend's wrath, so makoto resigned himself to just keeping pace from one district to the next, tension drum-taut and seizing at his gradually declining composure in intervals.
exiting the metro rail, they start off down one avenue, eventually landing in front of a shop with all the trappings of an optometrist center, right down to the gigantic, blinking robotic eyeball literally set into the glass storefront, because that's a completely normal fixture of every esteemed business establishment back home.
quailing at the implicit prospect of trusting strangers from another planet with any organ in his body (and growing a backbone as far as giving into a mild form of hedonism went), makoto stares and promptly blanches when haru wastes no time wrenching the door open, readily towing him along like he isn't skidding along asphalt trying to force a gridlocked standoff for fear of their lives. his sneaker squeal along concrete, persevering in the face of adversity, imminent destruction, and roughly 138 pounds of ill-elicited conviction.
out of concern for their immediate wellbeing, makoto wastes no time launching into damage control. he steadfastly clamps both of his hands on haru's shoulders in a last-ditch effort to coax any remnant dredges of sanity back into his fellow teammate. ]
Haru, are you sure it's okay to go in just like that? I don't really need glasses in the first place, plus I don't have my prescription on me, so ... !