(that's at least what he thinks, what he remembers, considering he can't truly think of a time she was standing when he visited her. whether accurate or not, it's not for mikey to say. his memory, even disregarding the whole afterlife and being older than he is, was never all there. trauma leaves gaps, after all.
once they're at the beach, the first thing he does is kick his shoes off. he'll just leave them there, it's not like anyone will grab it or anything.)
[Milk has plenty of non-height benefits, but sure, yeah. He has nothing to add to moms-in-the-past-tense besides a brief glance; ah. Well, put that in his back pocket for some other time, because Mikey's already made it clear he isn't in the mood to get into it about sad shit, and Shinjiro is fairly certain he's still an awful choice for this all around, so.
Shoes. What. Does he look like he takes his shoes off at the beach. He doesn't wanna.]
(and he's taking the other's arm to hold around his own, smiling silly as they move towards the waves. it's not that cold, and it makes his smile widen.)
[He's cold, actually, but he always is; it's just that the sea breeze does not really help. At least one of them is having fun. Give him credit for moving at all instead of planting himself in one spot and refusing like a miserable rock.]
(his index finger calls attention to the waves, crashing, coming and leaving, and he gently squeezes the arm he stole for himself.)
I told you it makes me feel some sort of way. From where I stand, it makes me think of both everything - that can be, the entire world is water, isn't it? And nothing at the same time. Back home, Kenchin and I used to look at it as if it represented all of the world ahead of us. I had a dream, you know.
(none of this is in sad undertones. it's simply explaining what he's left vague back at the bakery, a skip from him to not step on a rock just a step for shinji's long ass legs.)
[Well. He's never going to like the beach, he thinks; that much feels pretty certain. Objectively, as a location, it doesn't gel with him in any real comfortable way.
Ignoring that, then, for Mikey's thing for symbolic water--]
You've got too many guys to keep track of. [names he has to remember...] So what happened to your dream?
Mhm... I don't know. I wanted a new era for delinquents. One built on honor, on protecting the people you have with nails and teeth, your own two fists. Make ToMan the biggest gang there was so I could achieve that... Whatever happened from now to when I was old, beats me. Baji died and Tora's serving twelve years in prison, and Takemitchy just doesn't didn't tell me, I guess. I just wanted to think of everything and nothing, and I like you, so I dragged you along!
(and he finds a perfect spot, where the sun can be seen perfectly when it sets, and he plots on the sand, bringing shinjiro with him.)
[Thanks in advance for letting him slide on that, he'll remember the main players only. Despite this complaint he still just folds right down to the ground, putting his shoes down at long last and grimacing at, like. The beach as a whole. Ugh.
...Well, it makes more sense why he wouldn't bring either of the other two out here, after this bleak backstory.]
It ain't a bad dream. Sounds to me like shit just happens, and it sucks, but you know... Can't get hung up on the past.
[you know unless you have like time travel or something]
(again, won't take baji from tora for a little while. tora needs him more than mikey does right now, he assumes because he's Just Like That. even to baji, one who's seen the dark impulse so closely on sanzu's mouth, on kazutora's face, well - it's still weakness he won't disclose. nothing he's said so far sounded open, anyway. it was all fact-stating, after all.
no emotional opening here. that's for crying babies and his mom taught him way better than that.)
[Oh, good, glad everyone here is perfectly fine and not at all troubled or emotionally strained. To Shinji, that frankness feels like the opposite end of the spectrum from Kotone's bubbliness to avoid talking about anything -
and nothing at all similar from himself, he is not a hypocrite, what kind of person talks about feelings
- so, mm. He's at a loss for anything to do beyond just... sit here and notice things, he supposes. Cool....]
Yeah.
[Life is a nightmare and death is inevitable, great talk.]
[That's for both doing something and being told anything, for the record. Both of these things are totally hopeless in "here's your piece of paper, bye" land, but that's just his opinion.]
What do you think they'd tell us? "You're stuck here anyway"? That ain't gonna do any good.
[A little grim, a little not; this is hardly the second chance Shinji would have dreamed up for himself, but then, he didn't expect one to begin with.]
Trying to argue with whoever's in charge ain't gonna be anything but a waste of time.
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(that's at least what he thinks, what he remembers, considering he can't truly think of a time she was standing when he visited her. whether accurate or not, it's not for mikey to say. his memory, even disregarding the whole afterlife and being older than he is, was never all there. trauma leaves gaps, after all.
once they're at the beach, the first thing he does is kick his shoes off. he'll just leave them there, it's not like anyone will grab it or anything.)
Come on, shoes off, man.
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[Milk has plenty of non-height benefits, but sure, yeah. He has nothing to add to moms-in-the-past-tense besides a brief glance; ah. Well, put that in his back pocket for some other time, because Mikey's already made it clear he isn't in the mood to get into it about sad shit, and Shinjiro is fairly certain he's still an awful choice for this all around, so.
Shoes. What. Does he look like he takes his shoes off at the beach. He doesn't wanna.]
....Why.
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(he will just gesture towards the sand again. come on, man. do it. do it!!)
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I don't like the beach.
[and yet here he is......]
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(and he's taking the other's arm to hold around his own, smiling silly as they move towards the waves. it's not that cold, and it makes his smile widen.)
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[He's cold, actually, but he always is; it's just that the sea breeze does not really help. At least one of them is having fun. Give him credit for moving at all instead of planting himself in one spot and refusing like a miserable rock.]
It's not even summer.
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(his index finger calls attention to the waves, crashing, coming and leaving, and he gently squeezes the arm he stole for himself.)
I told you it makes me feel some sort of way. From where I stand, it makes me think of both everything - that can be, the entire world is water, isn't it? And nothing at the same time. Back home, Kenchin and I used to look at it as if it represented all of the world ahead of us. I had a dream, you know.
(none of this is in sad undertones. it's simply explaining what he's left vague back at the bakery, a skip from him to not step on a rock just a step for shinji's long ass legs.)
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Ignoring that, then, for Mikey's thing for symbolic water--]
You've got too many guys to keep track of. [names he has to remember...] So what happened to your dream?
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(and he finds a perfect spot, where the sun can be seen perfectly when it sets, and he plots on the sand, bringing shinjiro with him.)
Also, we were over a hundred men. Get used to it.
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[Thanks in advance for letting him slide on that, he'll remember the main players only. Despite this complaint he still just folds right down to the ground, putting his shoes down at long last and grimacing at, like. The beach as a whole. Ugh.
...Well, it makes more sense why he wouldn't bring either of the other two out here, after this bleak backstory.]
It ain't a bad dream. Sounds to me like shit just happens, and it sucks, but you know... Can't get hung up on the past.
[you know unless you have like time travel or something]
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(again, won't take baji from tora for a little while. tora needs him more than mikey does right now, he assumes because he's Just Like That. even to baji, one who's seen the dark impulse so closely on sanzu's mouth, on kazutora's face, well - it's still weakness he won't disclose. nothing he's said so far sounded open, anyway. it was all fact-stating, after all.
no emotional opening here. that's for crying babies and his mom taught him way better than that.)
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and nothing at all similar from himself, he is not a hypocrite, what kind of person talks about feelings
- so, mm. He's at a loss for anything to do beyond just... sit here and notice things, he supposes. Cool....]
Yeah.
[Life is a nightmare and death is inevitable, great talk.]
How's this sea hold up to the view back home?
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(look, talent. look!!!)
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[He shrugs. He's definitely not at the level of "safe to put on a motorcycle unsupervised," sorry bud.]
Some girl here got her bike back, so there's a chance for yours, I guess.
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(bike is life.)
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[To make a joke about Mikey actually putting in teaching effort or not... nah. But it's there in the ether, for sure.]
I'll think about it.
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I just hope they fucking tell us something soon, though. This crime thing is bullshit.
(CHARGED WITH CODEPENDENCY.)
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[That's for both doing something and being told anything, for the record. Both of these things are totally hopeless in "here's your piece of paper, bye" land, but that's just his opinion.]
What do you think they'd tell us? "You're stuck here anyway"? That ain't gonna do any good.
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Some kind of magic portal? I guess, if they had to get us here.
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I told you. You'd go to ascend to the next life, if I remember well.
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Pass. I'll stay here, if that's the only option.
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(haha. some of us are really dead. some of us were hanging from a window. he sort of remembers that.)
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[A little grim, a little not; this is hardly the second chance Shinji would have dreamed up for himself, but then, he didn't expect one to begin with.]
Trying to argue with whoever's in charge ain't gonna be anything but a waste of time.
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(is he hitting on him. yes. absolutely.)
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