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recolle2019-02-11 07:30 pm
standalonehuman) wrote in recolle2019-02-11 07:30 pm
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I Thought What I'd Do Was... [Open]
When: 2/10 and onwards, night time.
Where: Togusa's office or apartment.
Togusa has been, for lack of a better term, jumpy. Not only is he suffering from the dual-sided effects of whatever this new effect is? But now, he is trying to avoid people. Difficult when he is being driven to be as helpful as possible. But every time he looks up at someone, he will flinch, at first, looking at their face, before he can focus on them.
It's driving him to be even more reclusive at night time, picking his office most often to hole up with his notes. Or sometimes going home to spread out across his coffee table. The extra copy of Catcher In The Rye is always open, nearby, to a specific page.
Part 25: "Just so people didn't know me and I didn't know anybody. I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes."
He needs to talk to James. And to Mariko. But how does he bring this up to Mariko so late? She has her own problems to deal with right now.
Whenever he stops paying attention, a certain image keeps getting doodled onto whatever piece of paper is nearby.
Where: Togusa's office or apartment.
Togusa has been, for lack of a better term, jumpy. Not only is he suffering from the dual-sided effects of whatever this new effect is? But now, he is trying to avoid people. Difficult when he is being driven to be as helpful as possible. But every time he looks up at someone, he will flinch, at first, looking at their face, before he can focus on them.
It's driving him to be even more reclusive at night time, picking his office most often to hole up with his notes. Or sometimes going home to spread out across his coffee table. The extra copy of Catcher In The Rye is always open, nearby, to a specific page.
Part 25: "Just so people didn't know me and I didn't know anybody. I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes."
He needs to talk to James. And to Mariko. But how does he bring this up to Mariko so late? She has her own problems to deal with right now.
Whenever he stops paying attention, a certain image keeps getting doodled onto whatever piece of paper is nearby.
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"I get it, okay? I've been an idiot, I'm going to talk to her, and hope she'll still talk to me at the end of it!" Because that’s truly what is at stake here, to Togusa. His friendship with Mariko is more important to him than the other Togusa’s relationship with this other woman.
Grumbling. "She wakes up in the middle of the night yelling about some guy named Marcoh Amoretti? My fault."
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'Should have thought about that first.' It's on the tip of his tongue, but before he can say it, he feels the headache start to build. Letting out a small huff of breath, Tatsuo quickly stands.
"If she does, then I'll be there for her."
As the memory starts hammering itself into his head, Tatsuo turns to leave, but he only gets as far as the door before the pain becomes too much. Grabbing the doorframe, he tries to keep from getting knocked to his knees.
The children are gathered in the kitchen, doodling away with crayons and pencils. Yuiko enters the room with a basket of laundry, and Ikuo runs up to her with his drawing. He's so proud as he shows her the drawing he made of her. He doesn't have any particular skill, but she praises him anyway, then goes to look at what the other children are drawing. Tatsuya is off to the side, looking out the front window. When Yuiko asks him if he drew anything, he denies at first, then reluctantly produces an extremely realistic sketch of Yuiko. Ikuo expresses his amazement at how good Tatsuya's drawing is, and the other boy quips that his only looks good because everyone else is terrible. Yuiko reminds them both that everyone is talented in their own way, then gives Tatsuya a kiss on the cheek for having the best drawing. As the other children gather around to tease Tatsuya for getting kissed, Ikuo laughs and calls him sneaky.
It's a happy memory, filled with warmth and love, but each second it takes for the memory to worm its way in leaves him in agony.
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"Hey, hey. Come on." He offers his shoulder. "We've got to get you sitting down again."
The pity party can come to a screeching halt as soon as someone else needs him. He's glad the lights are already low, nothing else to make it worse for Tatsuo. He tries to gently lead, if Tatsuo will let him.
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After another moment though, the memory finishes loading, and the pain fades from skull splitting to merely vomit inducing. Though his vision is still fuzzy, Tatsuo manages to reach out to grab Togusa's shoulder. The hand that had been digging into the doorframe transfers itself to his head, pressing the heel of his hand against his temple.
Once Togusa gets him back over to the chair and sat down, Tatsuo cradles his head with both hands. The headache is gradually fading, but it'll be a few minutes before he feels like moving from this position.
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When Tatsuo relaxes even a little, Togusa steps away, coming back with a bottle of water. He sets it down on the desk in front of him, no pressure. "Take your time. You can stay here as long as you like." Quiet, soft.
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"Thanks."
He takes a sip of water and slowly straightens up in the chair. His brows are still knit together as the headache continues to linger in the form of a dull ache (not that Togusa will be able to see that). With a small sigh he rubs his temples. He can feel it receding slowly, but just fast enough that taking anything for the pain would be pointless.