[It does sound exactly like what Maruki do, and there's a fondness on his face... but it makes his smile a little rueful, too.
I think it would be nice if you had just as many wishes for yourself.
Part of him almost says it. But he doesn't.]]
Maybe it sounds simple, but happy days like today... When I got to experience them back in Tokyo with my friends, those were some of the happiest days I've ever had.
[It's something endlessly precious. It's one of the things that made it so hard to go home, and there's nothing in the world that Akira would trade it for. And that's why now, today...]
Having a day like that with you, too... It's really everything I could want. [A soft laugh slips out of him.] Except for it to be longer, or to have more days like this, maybe.
[There's one thing, perhaps. Maybe even a few, and bigger. But those words rest on the best approximation of tanzaku he could make by his own hand, tucked away in the drawers in his room.]
[ It's a soft reassurance, and an immediate one. ]
As long as we're still here, we'll keep having days like this, right up until we leave. I can promise you that, Kurusu.
[ His eyes stay trained far out on that place where water meets sky as he speaks, his whole heart swelling with how very much he means it.
His skin prickles, and it has nothing to do with the way the wind comes up off the tides to cool off the summer air. ]
I have to admit, though... I wondered if you'd remind me that I still owe you something.
[ Over their heads, as a cloudless day turns to evening, there's the moon, the stars–
And the first rippling waves of an aurora, jewel-toned and familiar.
Maruki finally turns to face Akira, the brightness in his eyes that's been present all day sharpening into something new. The aurora expands, falls in waves around him as Azathoth's presence makes itself known, warm at the base of his skull, just waiting to be called forth. ]
What do you say? Shall we spar?
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the balancing board of "this isn't a direct quote Buuuuuuuuuut-"
I think it would be nice if you had just as many wishes for yourself.
Part of him almost says it. But he doesn't.]]
Maybe it sounds simple, but happy days like today... When I got to experience them back in Tokyo with my friends, those were some of the happiest days I've ever had.
[It's something endlessly precious. It's one of the things that made it so hard to go home, and there's nothing in the world that Akira would trade it for. And that's why now, today...]
Having a day like that with you, too... It's really everything I could want. [A soft laugh slips out of him.] Except for it to be longer, or to have more days like this, maybe.
[There's one thing, perhaps. Maybe even a few, and bigger. But those words rest on the best approximation of tanzaku he could make by his own hand, tucked away in the drawers in his room.]
you're still sick and deranged for this
[ It's a soft reassurance, and an immediate one. ]
As long as we're still here, we'll keep having days like this, right up until we leave. I can promise you that, Kurusu.
[ His eyes stay trained far out on that place where water meets sky as he speaks, his whole heart swelling with how very much he means it.
His skin prickles, and it has nothing to do with the way the wind comes up off the tides to cool off the summer air. ]
I have to admit, though... I wondered if you'd remind me that I still owe you something.
[ Over their heads, as a cloudless day turns to evening, there's the moon, the stars–
And the first rippling waves of an aurora, jewel-toned and familiar.
Maruki finally turns to face Akira, the brightness in his eyes that's been present all day sharpening into something new. The aurora expands, falls in waves around him as Azathoth's presence makes itself known, warm at the base of his skull, just waiting to be called forth. ]
What do you say? Shall we spar?