Shinjiro Aragaki (荒垣 真次郎) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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destinystrings2013-03-12 06:31 pm
themortalhalf) wrote in destinystrings2013-03-12 06:31 pm
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Be An Original [Closed]
Who: Shinjiro Aragaki (themortalhalf) and Minako Arisato (greatseal)
Where: Shinjiro's room in the Iwatodai dorms
Summary: Minako confronts Shinjiro over a personal issue he'd rather not deal with.
Warnings: Mentions of Shinjiro's suppressant drug use. Shinjiro is also a warning in himself.
It surprises Shinjiro sometimes how easy it had been to fall back into his previous routine. It had almost been too easy to go back to his steady day-to-day activities that had been normal a month ago, before he had arrived in Animus. In a few days after his return, it's easier to look at Aki again, and not see the other Aki in him that Shinjiro had to leave behind. It's easy to go back to coming into and leaving the dorm at random intervals, feed the stray animals in Sagittarius, walk Koro-chan to the shrine, and start to go back to the habit of filling the dorm's refrigerator with food that isn't packaged, unhealthy shit that he's grown tired of seeing. He's also replaced the pills he's sure Minako had discarded, but keeps them hidden elsewhere, though he still hasn't said anything about the issue. Ain't no reason for him to. He doesn't want to talk about it, and if she's smart, she'll drop it. He'll pretend if she will.
Today hardly varies from his set routine. He returns to the dorm later in the evening, carrying a sack full of groceries he had suddenly discovered he needed. (Damn cookbooks he still doesn't need, giving him ideas.) He shelves them, eats, figures his other teammates are in their rooms or are out seeing to their own business—it ain't the Dark Hour yet at least—and returns to his room. He's almost gotten used to the changes he finds there upon turning on the lightswitch, though it won't ever not feel odd, suddenly having stuff in his room that had never been there, and never would have had it not been for some strategic meddling.
He settles for picking one of the cookbooks on the shelves, one he hasn't finished reading yet—not as self-conscious about it as he had been a few days ago—settling back onto his bed and flipping to where he had left off the day before.
themortalhalf) and Minako Arisato (greatseal)Where: Shinjiro's room in the Iwatodai dorms
Summary: Minako confronts Shinjiro over a personal issue he'd rather not deal with.
Warnings: Mentions of Shinjiro's suppressant drug use. Shinjiro is also a warning in himself.
It surprises Shinjiro sometimes how easy it had been to fall back into his previous routine. It had almost been too easy to go back to his steady day-to-day activities that had been normal a month ago, before he had arrived in Animus. In a few days after his return, it's easier to look at Aki again, and not see the other Aki in him that Shinjiro had to leave behind. It's easy to go back to coming into and leaving the dorm at random intervals, feed the stray animals in Sagittarius, walk Koro-chan to the shrine, and start to go back to the habit of filling the dorm's refrigerator with food that isn't packaged, unhealthy shit that he's grown tired of seeing. He's also replaced the pills he's sure Minako had discarded, but keeps them hidden elsewhere, though he still hasn't said anything about the issue. Ain't no reason for him to. He doesn't want to talk about it, and if she's smart, she'll drop it. He'll pretend if she will.
Today hardly varies from his set routine. He returns to the dorm later in the evening, carrying a sack full of groceries he had suddenly discovered he needed. (Damn cookbooks he still doesn't need, giving him ideas.) He shelves them, eats, figures his other teammates are in their rooms or are out seeing to their own business—it ain't the Dark Hour yet at least—and returns to his room. He's almost gotten used to the changes he finds there upon turning on the lightswitch, though it won't ever not feel odd, suddenly having stuff in his room that had never been there, and never would have had it not been for some strategic meddling.
He settles for picking one of the cookbooks on the shelves, one he hasn't finished reading yet—not as self-conscious about it as he had been a few days ago—settling back onto his bed and flipping to where he had left off the day before.
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"Then I'll see you later."
But she can't just leave it at that. Despite the strain and the tension and the space he needs, she leans in for one last imposition - a light kiss to his cheek. And then she's gone, not stopping to check where he goes, or what he does with the bottle of pills she leaves behind.
He's made a commitment, so she's going to trust him to keep it. Even if it means things will be tense for a while.