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exsiliumlogs2013-08-15 03:30 pm
sceyence) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-08-15 03:30 pm
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Date: 8/15, evening
Where: Graveyard
Who: Kenjirou Tateyama, anyone
What: Visiting family.
Warnings: None yet.
Suits aren't really Kenjirou's thing. It's been a while since he's used an actual jacket rather than his worn-out lab coat. Being a science teacher, nobody ever complained when he decided to start wearing one everywhere. It felt right. Efficient... And yes, cool, if he has to admit to a certain degree of childishness. For the past decade or so, suits have been an outfit he reserves only for special occasions. For the past two years, he has only attended three, two of those soured by unbearable loss. This makes for a very uncomfortable middle-aged man visiting one of the local graveyards. It doesn't feel right to actually not be in her presence... but he'll have to make do. If she knew the situation, she would actually be happy for him. A few seconds of standing later, he begins.
"It's been another year." he starts, actually self-conscious enough to speak once he's sure there's no one around. His tone tries to remain cheerful, but it's just as indicative of him being out of his element as you'd expect. Almost as if he's conveying 'look at what I've gotten into now' through expression alone. Poor control of emotion, but it's a step forward from how Kenjirou reacted years ago. At least he can speak about it now.
"Ayano's back with me. I thought you should know that. She's... well, you know her. Of course she's making friends. Even with the boy." Contrary to how he usually feels about Kisaragi Shintaro, Kenjirou has enough sense to acknowledge that his wife would enjoy that. He remains silent for about a minute after this. There's so much to go through, he doesn't even know where to continue.
"I like it here. I'm sure you would, too. I'm not going to say I have everything I want, but... there's always the possibility of getting it back here. Maybe..." The man stops himself for a couple of seconds. It's a dangerous line of thought he's letting himself indulge in right now. It alienated his coworkers and family, many of them uncomfortable with his inability to cope. Still, if there's a possibility here, then it should be alright to consider it.
"Maybe next time... I won't even have to wait for another August to see you again." A small apologetic smile, as if already chastising himself for saying that out loud.
Where: Graveyard
Who: Kenjirou Tateyama, anyone
What: Visiting family.
Warnings: None yet.
Suits aren't really Kenjirou's thing. It's been a while since he's used an actual jacket rather than his worn-out lab coat. Being a science teacher, nobody ever complained when he decided to start wearing one everywhere. It felt right. Efficient... And yes, cool, if he has to admit to a certain degree of childishness. For the past decade or so, suits have been an outfit he reserves only for special occasions. For the past two years, he has only attended three, two of those soured by unbearable loss. This makes for a very uncomfortable middle-aged man visiting one of the local graveyards. It doesn't feel right to actually not be in her presence... but he'll have to make do. If she knew the situation, she would actually be happy for him. A few seconds of standing later, he begins.
"It's been another year." he starts, actually self-conscious enough to speak once he's sure there's no one around. His tone tries to remain cheerful, but it's just as indicative of him being out of his element as you'd expect. Almost as if he's conveying 'look at what I've gotten into now' through expression alone. Poor control of emotion, but it's a step forward from how Kenjirou reacted years ago. At least he can speak about it now.
"Ayano's back with me. I thought you should know that. She's... well, you know her. Of course she's making friends. Even with the boy." Contrary to how he usually feels about Kisaragi Shintaro, Kenjirou has enough sense to acknowledge that his wife would enjoy that. He remains silent for about a minute after this. There's so much to go through, he doesn't even know where to continue.
"I like it here. I'm sure you would, too. I'm not going to say I have everything I want, but... there's always the possibility of getting it back here. Maybe..." The man stops himself for a couple of seconds. It's a dangerous line of thought he's letting himself indulge in right now. It alienated his coworkers and family, many of them uncomfortable with his inability to cope. Still, if there's a possibility here, then it should be alright to consider it.
"Maybe next time... I won't even have to wait for another August to see you again." A small apologetic smile, as if already chastising himself for saying that out loud.