#❛★.𝑈𝑁𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐺𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑁𝐷)◟⋮ 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟◞✧ ic.
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it's the third time he's had to erase the chalkboard but, this time he's got everything neatly written down for the autumn menu:
pumpkin spice latte ¥630
spiced apple latte ¥610
caramel apple cider ¥520
maple almond latte ¥540
mont blanc ¥300
pumpkin curry ¥600
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❝ was this not what you expected? ❞
❝ jus' cause it turned out th' way i expected it would, doesn' mean s' th' outcome i was hopin' for. ❞ it didn't make it any better when his foresight was accurate. hanekoma was a man who prided himself on opportunities, expanding the future for endless possibilities. the idea that life was carved in stone ate him in inside.
❝ still, you'd think i'd feel good about thing's going as it was written. honestly, it jus' makes me feel a bit worse. i wouldn' wish this t͟i͟m͟e͟l͟i͟n͟e on anyone. ❞
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❝── 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒 ✫.) 𝑊𝐻𝑂 ⋮ @clarafell
❝── 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ✫.) 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸 ⋮ the café - resumed.
❝── 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑑 ✫.) 𝑉𝐼𝐵𝐸𝑆 ⋮ elenor rigby
he knew she knew this. everything he told her was less new information than it was a reminder. how she took that reminder was entirely up to her. no doubt on some, he was some sort of omen as well that brought up the things she didn't want to acknowledge. things she'd rather forget or wanted to hide away.
shame he had a habit of bringing the dark into the light, albeit in his own way.
❝ i don't enjoy lyin', even on my bad days. ❞ he could sense her arrival and already began todays drink for her. earl grey steeped in a lavender syrup with added honey and milk. a london fog latte felt appropriate given the circumstances. when she sits down, he is finishing the drink by garnishing the top with a small piece of dried lavender to lay over the top for presentation. he sets it in front of her and goes about his business of cleaning up behind the counter.
❝ i could, but i still haven' figured out yer day night cycle here yet, so it'd be a bit disingenuous. jus' cause it's dark outside doesn' mean s' night. not when yer still awake. ❞ another nudge with words and he grabs a cloth to wipe down the counter. usually he'd ask for payment, but here, that wasn't an option. money held no meaning. it was illusionary at best. hollow in their achievement, but at least the act of making coffee and tea was still satisfyingly.
he's quiet while he goes about cleaning up, attending to his tasks with confidence that nothing was going to happen; though he was well aware that the walls of his humble little cafe could fold and fall like card house if she got too irritated with him. it was not too unlike another person whom he was very close with and his temper. that person did not enjoy his observations in veiled notes and bedside barista talk.
when the counter had been attended to and the floor was swept, hanekoma rewarded himself with coffee he'd made. he'd been the only one in the cafe and thus he'd drank most of the houseblend himself and he'd need to make more. she was not the only who who didn't really sleep in this world.
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❝ i’m not a hero. i can just do things and sometimes i wish i couldn’t. ❞
❝ that what you think, missy? ❞ not that he was going to argue with her belief structure in that. it was rooted in truth. she was something of a special case, and it's that unique circumstance that brought her as much of an advantage as it did burden. sometimes, when light shown on someone too much, it caused conflicting feelings (specially at such a young age).
❝ an' maybe yer right, but perhaps bein' a hero isn't always about savin' th' day. sometimes, bein' th hero means taking up a mantle that is difficult but saves the lives of others whom can't defend themselves. ❞ he'd seen plenty of heroes. different kinds through the ages and he'd found that no 'story' was quite the same as another. he didn't view kairi as some addition to another's path. she was someone who had a great future ahead of her that fate couldn't dictate. perhaps it was second sight that also told him this, but he wanted to chalk it up to intuition.
princesses didn't have to be damsels and she sure as hell was not one.
❝ you might not think yer a hero, but that ain't up t' you t' decide. s' up t' the people around you who see yer actions t' decide an' a lot of that is reliant on yer heart. yer character. yer soul. yer a luminary that lights th' path for people who need you, an' thats because you've built that pillar yerself. that takes real courage, kairi. give yerself more credit. ❞
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❝ ya'll haven't experienced anti-music till ya'll have played an' listened t' drag on dragoon. s'great. it proves you don't have t' any song writing skills, jus' a dream and a full code panic attack. ❞ samples: ★★★
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" You're allowed to have feelings. "
❝ ain' you a generous god t' allow me t' be emotionally regulated. real 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 of you. we are truly in th' future. ❞ hanekoma laughs (mostly to himself) and takes a long sip of his coffee without looking at the composer too closely. fortunately (mostly 'un' for joshua) hanekoma is proficient in reading between the lines and taking opportunities to have 'talks'.
❝ you outta try it yerself. th' whole '𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝' 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜' thing. it's okay t' be upset, or even dare i say, disappointed. shibuya won't mind. ❞
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❝ i was only trying to help. ❞
akemi homura had good intentions. that much was clear to him, even if the actions behind her intentions was private council. she was someone that was difficult to read and that was very intentional. that was what he'd come to terms with in the time he'd known her. with her powers in such close proximity to him, it made things..... unexpected. not bad. gamblers like him enjoyed the thrill of the unknown, and seeing where outcomes came out.
it was just that between two people who kept their inner thoughts so close to their own chest, it meant that there was a layer of suspicion between them. having no ill will did not mean having trust. he'd watched events play out with her and how easily that interest in preservation of her world and 'goal' was.
the sword of damocles was hanging over her and if anything shook the foundation that held it up, there was no telling what she would do. he wasn't planning to bare his neck to her unless he had no choice- and he was a man who was extremely aware of the fact that one fleck of doubt could be the difference between being in tact and severance.
he was a man who was as much in her rewritten universe as he was a foreigner to it. he was no incubator an' he could see her and what was beyond her with sight beyond her. he acknowledged this was the world where the dead walked. her dolls had an ever present watch on him. he couldn't do anything without being observed closely. any time he shifted an his wings ached, he felt like suppression.
her will was gravity. she was the law of physics in this space and he was as much a prisoner here as another entity.
it made things interesting.
❝ i know. ❞ he says, sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and messaging the muscle to help relieve the tension he felt. the hairs on the back of his arms were standing up with how close they were and he felt eyes on him. hundreds of eyes. that too, was not an unknown feeling to him, but it didn't mean he liked it.
❝ you dont gotta worry about th' incubators gettin' in th' cafe. i don't let them in. they can only see th' outside, but they have no way of enterin' so.... how about we talk there. that work for you? ❞
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❝ Please say something- If you keep staring at me like I grew a second head I’m gonna throw up. ❞ (From Hope <3)
her density was different. he couldn't put his finger on how, but it was something he couldn't ignore. some sort of energy around her and the way the aura around her shifted. something had happened while she was away. he wasn't going to pry into what happened. hope would talk about it if that was what she wanted- and even if she didn't he'd still keep her company.
❝ somethin'. ❞ that was what she said to say. hanekoma shrugs his shoulders and relaxes his posture, shoving his hands into his pockets and leans forward a bit to look a bit closer. ❝ don't go gettin' sick, hope. i jus' swept up an' mopped like an hour ago. i really don't wanna have t' do that again so soon. jus' a bit surprised t' see you. haven' really seen you out an' about an' i was tryin' t' figure out which you it was for a second. ❞
he would at least be forward about that.
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