[Ah. He might have expected the consequences of sharing that story, but the wave rises up and swallows, regardless.
[It's worse than drowning, actually - a drowning person can still try to swim, still choke down water in vain. Oda is suspended; roots and thorns and clawed hands and teeth and barbed razor wire weaving through his body, crawling out of open wounds and anchoring themselves to invisible hooks - he cannot move. He could never move.
[He pictures himself tearing out every hook, every line, ripping his body open from every angle until it's clear there's nothing, nothing...
[What filled that terrible void? There is no story left to write. He was never human to begin with.
[So, his fingers curl around his spoon slightly as he lifts more curry into his mouth - and that's all. There's not a flicker in his expression - just a passing breeze that makes him twitch his nose. The only delay is the time it takes to chew.]
It's not, but I've been eating at that curry restaurant for years now. Curry rice has always been my favorite, but Uncle's is the best in Yokohama. I really believe that.
He sounds like more than a good man. A saint, almost.
[ Maruki's very nearly done with his meal, but he's enjoying Oda's company, so he stops to roll the half-full beer can between his palms and offer him a kindly smile, a piece of his own home. ]
[ Sakura glaring at him, telling him to get out. Being placated by the young girl with Akira's cat. He thinks they came to some sort of understanding, in the end. He would have liked to have gotten to know him better... ]
He didn't take in orphans like that, but he did house and feed a young friend of mine who had nowhere else to go. Maybe there's something to curry shop owners, eh?
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[It's worse than drowning, actually - a drowning person can still try to swim, still choke down water in vain. Oda is suspended; roots and thorns and clawed hands and teeth and barbed razor wire weaving through his body, crawling out of open wounds and anchoring themselves to invisible hooks - he cannot move. He could never move.
[He pictures himself tearing out every hook, every line, ripping his body open from every angle until it's clear there's nothing, nothing...
[What filled that terrible void? There is no story left to write. He was never human to begin with.
[So, his fingers curl around his spoon slightly as he lifts more curry into his mouth - and that's all. There's not a flicker in his expression - just a passing breeze that makes him twitch his nose. The only delay is the time it takes to chew.]
It's not, but I've been eating at that curry restaurant for years now. Curry rice has always been my favorite, but Uncle's is the best in Yokohama. I really believe that.
And he's a good man.
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[ Maruki's very nearly done with his meal, but he's enjoying Oda's company, so he stops to roll the half-full beer can between his palms and offer him a kindly smile, a piece of his own home. ]
It's funny, actually. There was a café back in my Tokyo with the best coffee you could imagine, and the only food they sold was curry. It was just as good as their drinks! And the man who ran the place...
[ Sakura glaring at him, telling him to get out. Being placated by the young girl with Akira's cat. He thinks they came to some sort of understanding, in the end. He would have liked to have gotten to know him better... ]
He didn't take in orphans like that, but he did house and feed a young friend of mine who had nowhere else to go. Maybe there's something to curry shop owners, eh?
we can move toward a lil wrap if u wanna
[Oda couldn't smile if he tried, but, luckily, he rarely does anyway. Funny, that.]
That makes two. That's pretty compelling evidence.
hehe i had the same thought - take us home king
It's a small data set, but not a totally irrelevant one.
[ He pushes the leftover containers closer to Oda, insistent. ]
We ought to meet up like this again, I've really enjoyed our chat. Once you're settled somewhere, I'd be happy to come cook for you.
it was a pleasure threading with you this evening - sasagey - and I cannot stress this enough - yo
I'd like that. I'll let you know when. [And, because we now know the future, Maruki will likely see a familiar and memorable face.]