(walking towards the place is weird -- he misses his motorcycle, even if everything is so close. it's the feeling he misses, the wind on his hair, the engine ringing in his ears, the vibration against his palm.
he finds a place to sit, ordering himself... way too many eclairs for his tiny stature.)
[Alright then, off to the bakery it is. Shinji arrives only a handful of minutes later than all those eclairs, hands in his pockets, looking sullen as always - but a nonzero amount of employees at this bakery wave to him with open familiarity, so his image is already ruined. He nods at them, then approaches Mikey and his too many sweets. This guy...]
(if that wasn't clear, but look, he's even pushing the plate towards him, a little smile to the whole niceness of the environment. look at you shinji...!)
[Well then. For a moment Shinji considers being, well, embarrassed by this - yet again being read for his softy behavior - but whatever! Whatever. He takes a seat, and then an eclair, declaring:]
You should. The stuff they make here is the best around.
[So there, it's way too many, but he approves of the patronage.]
(because! it's shared like that, isn't it? he won't abuse too much of it. promise. but it's a good question that shinjiro poses, and he takes the sweet into his mouth to buy thinking time.)
When Baji, myself, Tora, and the others were little, we used to ride our motorcycles for a long time to see it. Even nowadays we would be taking trips there, to see the sunrise. Makes you feel some sort of way, you don't think?
[The tab, that is. Somebody has to pay that eventually, sir. But ah: nostalgia, then? "Some sort of way" sounds bittersweet to Shinji, which— may very well be projecting a considerable amount, so sue him. It's not like Mikey said it makes him feel Good with a capital G.
He thinks about it. Takes a bite of the eclair. Thinks some more. Maybe somewhere in the very, very distant past there's something similar for him, huh...]
Yeah. ...So why not ask them to come out here instead of me?
(there's a laugh, as if that was such a simple reason as to why he's got shinjiro to come rather than baji, rather than tora. well, he has never talked about tora at length, for starters.)
I'm kidding. I have to share Baji, and Tora and I don't always get along, Takemichi has disappeared, and you'll become Toman soon enough, anyway.
[Were it not for his respect for these nice bakers' establishment he would flick crumbs at Mikey for that one, sheesh... He rolls his eyes, instead.
The real reason, on the other hand... If Shinji has ever had a sixth sense for something, it's noticing when someone is feeling a little off, so when he just nods to all this - well. Mikey has been just subdued enough to be noticed. Hmm.]
So you're lonely. [and have selected Shinji of all people... he won't belabor the point, but it's there.] Takemichi's the messy one, yeah? He disappeared?
You're gonna have to ask Baji or Tora about it. My memory's all fucky. I remember being 27, some shit here and there, and then being me like I am right now. They didn't go through that one, so they probably know better than me. I do remember you could go into a better Afterlife, so I'm sure that's where Takemitchy is.
[There are... so many things in here that are hard to believe, starting with Mikey: Age 27 (what) and some other afterlife being a real thing and not a metaphor (what), but you know? Shinji has...
...not heard weirder. Not really. But what does it even matter if Mikey is completely out of his mind, at this point. He's sad about his messy friend leaving; Shinji will stay there, in the part of this that really makes sense.]
Did you get any taller by 27? [okay that one just had to get out--] Listen. ...Whatever happened to you and him, if you're messed up about it, just say so.
(it's said without malice. he doesn't mind his lack of height, thanks, he's fine, it is great aesthetics for him, he gets to sleep anywhere, everywhere.
and it's a shrug for the rest. believable, because, well. mikey would rather chew his own arm off than show any sign of weakness, so.)
Nah, why would I be messed up that he went to a better place?
What? No way. [—You know what, never mind. They can unpack how small Mikey is and/or has been some other time. Shinji shakes his head and puts the eclair down - it's Serious now - leaning his elbow on the table to give Mikey a scrutinizing look.
Yeah, looks messed up from here, just saying. He opts not to say "what if he didn't go to a better place," because he's not actually an asshole, so-]
Dunno. That's on you to figure out. But you look like you're messed up from here, and you made me come all this way.
[He would have come anyway, but shut up. Immaterial.] ....Let me know if you change your mind, or whatever. About being messed up.
For serious, I think I lost a centimeter or two. I guess yakuza bosses don't do yoga or some shit.
(because, you know, again, he doesn't remember. none of this looks like it worries mikey in particular, watch his arms stretch above his head, just to prove that, well, he does still stretch, he's young, and his back isn't shot to shit. thanks.)
[Yakuza bosses are allowed to drink milk, surely. And, hmm... well. He's still fairly certain Mikey is Not Okay, but you know what, they can just go hang out at the beach. Uh, now, assuredly not during the height of summer, but again: that'll do for now.]
I'm not someone who gets mad over being short, so if you're trying to tease, you should have gone with something else. I like being tiny.
(he doesn't answer. he just waves to ask for the eclairs to be packed, jumping out of his seat with, well, some enthusiasm. beach is a nice place, and he likes to stick his feet on the sand, feel the waves on his ankles.)
[The one before was definitely a tease, though. At least consider your skeletal integrity, Mikey, this is a real thing Shinji thinks about, sorry.
But with the eclairs packed, which. Shinji will carry... they can head down to the actual beach, where Shinji just waits for Mikey to do something so he knows what he should be doing. As is obvious from everything about him, he is not much of a Beach Guy.]
(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.)
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i want to see the sea.
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Alright. There's a bakery on that side of town with a bird on the sign. [of course foodie places are his landmarks,] I'll meet you there.
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(walking towards the place is weird -- he misses his motorcycle, even if everything is so close. it's the feeling he misses, the wind on his hair, the engine ringing in his ears, the vibration against his palm.
he finds a place to sit, ordering himself... way too many eclairs for his tiny stature.)
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Didn't think we were stopping to eat first.
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(if that wasn't clear, but look, he's even pushing the plate towards him, a little smile to the whole niceness of the environment. look at you shinji...!)
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You should. The stuff they make here is the best around.
[So there, it's way too many, but he approves of the patronage.]
So why the sea?
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(because! it's shared like that, isn't it? he won't abuse too much of it. promise. but it's a good question that shinjiro poses, and he takes the sweet into his mouth to buy thinking time.)
When Baji, myself, Tora, and the others were little, we used to ride our motorcycles for a long time to see it. Even nowadays we would be taking trips there, to see the sunrise. Makes you feel some sort of way, you don't think?
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[The tab, that is. Somebody has to pay that eventually, sir. But ah: nostalgia, then? "Some sort of way" sounds bittersweet to Shinji, which— may very well be projecting a considerable amount, so sue him. It's not like Mikey said it makes him feel Good with a capital G.
He thinks about it. Takes a bite of the eclair. Thinks some more. Maybe somewhere in the very, very distant past there's something similar for him, huh...]
Yeah. ...So why not ask them to come out here instead of me?
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(there's a laugh, as if that was such a simple reason as to why he's got shinjiro to come rather than baji, rather than tora. well, he has never talked about tora at length, for starters.)
I'm kidding. I have to share Baji, and Tora and I don't always get along, Takemichi has disappeared, and you'll become Toman soon enough, anyway.
(MIKEY STOP EATING YOUR EMOTIONS.)
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The real reason, on the other hand... If Shinji has ever had a sixth sense for something, it's noticing when someone is feeling a little off, so when he just nods to all this - well. Mikey has been just subdued enough to be noticed. Hmm.]
So you're lonely. [and have selected Shinji of all people... he won't belabor the point, but it's there.] Takemichi's the messy one, yeah? He disappeared?
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(but he isn't denying it, not in the slightest, but that poor eclair does get eaten in a single bite. zero manners, sorry, shinji.)
Oh. Yep. I think he Ascended. I told you we're dead. Takemitchy's too good a soul to wait for something better for too long.
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[Take it from a real pro at being lonely, haha!!! Not denying it is almost technically admitting it, so that's progress.
Anyway: what. Does that happen to everyone around here. Is that the sentencing. Mikey what.]
You mean, like... angels n' that kinda shit?
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(#delusion.)
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...not heard weirder. Not really. But what does it even matter if Mikey is completely out of his mind, at this point. He's sad about his messy friend leaving; Shinji will stay there, in the part of this that really makes sense.]
Did you get any taller by 27? [okay that one just had to get out--] Listen. ...Whatever happened to you and him, if you're messed up about it, just say so.
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(it's said without malice. he doesn't mind his lack of height, thanks, he's fine, it is great aesthetics for him, he gets to sleep anywhere, everywhere.
and it's a shrug for the rest. believable, because, well. mikey would rather chew his own arm off than show any sign of weakness, so.)
Nah, why would I be messed up that he went to a better place?
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Yeah, looks messed up from here, just saying. He opts not to say "what if he didn't go to a better place," because he's not actually an asshole, so-]
Dunno. That's on you to figure out. But you look like you're messed up from here, and you made me come all this way.
[He would have come anyway, but shut up. Immaterial.] ....Let me know if you change your mind, or whatever. About being messed up.
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(because, you know, again, he doesn't remember. none of this looks like it worries mikey in particular, watch his arms stretch above his head, just to prove that, well, he does still stretch, he's young, and his back isn't shot to shit. thanks.)
Nah, I just like to look at the sea.
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[Yakuza bosses are allowed to drink milk, surely. And, hmm... well. He's still fairly certain Mikey is Not Okay, but you know what, they can just go hang out at the beach. Uh, now, assuredly not during the height of summer, but again: that'll do for now.]
Alright. You wanna take the rest of these to go?
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(he doesn't answer. he just waves to ask for the eclairs to be packed, jumping out of his seat with, well, some enthusiasm. beach is a nice place, and he likes to stick his feet on the sand, feel the waves on his ankles.)
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[The one before was definitely a tease, though. At least consider your skeletal integrity, Mikey, this is a real thing Shinji thinks about, sorry.
But with the eclairs packed, which. Shinji will carry... they can head down to the actual beach, where Shinji just waits for Mikey to do something so he knows what he should be doing. As is obvious from everything about him, he is not much of a Beach Guy.]
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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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