[ They're eighteen and idiots. The initial text goes unanswered considering Sousuke's already traveled downstairs and waiting for Makoto, sitting on the steps and waiting patiently before the other teen enters his line of sight.
He waves before standing up, offering a brief smile before his face flat lines. ]
'Sup. Thanks for bringing me this. [ Because he really didn't have to. Though he's concealed the hand Makoto basically death gripped earlier in his pocket. ] You wanna head inside?
[makoto has learnt that dealing with sousuke means letting a lot of things slide. that's definitely the thing rin can't do with his best friend, so that's why the other obsesses so much over sousuke.]
[makoto is trying to pay more attention to these details...]
Yeah, he's watching some game show in the front so if you wanted to watch with him you can.
[ He starts heading back upstairs, directing them back to his apartment before adding: ] Fair warning he likes to place bets and if you lose he'll hold it up to you forever.
[ Which isn't a lie. Sousuke still owes him like five dollars. ]
[ He feels that emphasis on the you part. ] Did you want to talk about something?
[ But Makoto doesn't need to answer immediately, at least not with anything too serious when they step in. Sousuke's dad is sitting at the couch and greets the other boy with the a little more enthusiasm than his son.
Sousuke is making a b-line for their small dining table, gesturing at the chair across him. ]
[if sousuke had let makoto have a chance, he would have engaged in small talk with mister yamazaki. as things are, he's left wanting in making a good perpetual impression on sousuke's father, as he instead follows sousuke towards the table. he sits across from the other, hands on the surface of the table and leaving his hands on his lap after placing the bag with the bento and pushing it towards the other.]
Here you are. Onigiri and pork cutlets.
[another smile]
You look good.
[...not a come on, but a general statement of his well-being.]
My favorite. [ He muses, allowing his lips to curl into a brief smile to show his appreciation. He's all too aware that by the tone of his voice that it may come off that he's not, so the subtle change to his expression is essential.
He knows it's not a come on... Makoto please. ]
I feel good, a lot better than a few months ago. Your mom and Rin are making sure I don't slack off any. [ Not that he wants to... even if there are some days where he'd rather not experience the pain that comes with therapy. ] How are things going at your place?
Mm, makes sense. Now that I'm at the restaurant for most days it feels like I'm always there... so I get what you're saying. [ And while he is going to start eating, starting with the pork cutlets, he's not against Makoto taking some food for himself. Sharing is caring. ]
Yup, you can ask the old man.
[ Though that won't be necessary, Sousuke's no liar. ]
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He waves before standing up, offering a brief smile before his face flat lines. ]
'Sup. Thanks for bringing me this. [ Because he really didn't have to. Though he's concealed the hand Makoto basically death gripped earlier in his pocket. ] You wanna head inside?
BEFORE HIS FACE FLAT LINES
[makoto has learnt that dealing with sousuke means letting a lot of things slide. that's definitely the thing rin can't do with his best friend, so that's why the other obsesses so much over sousuke.]
[makoto is trying to pay more attention to these details...]
[thus this pre-meditated visit.]
Your dad's home, right?
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[ He starts heading back upstairs, directing them back to his apartment before adding: ] Fair warning he likes to place bets and if you lose he'll hold it up to you forever.
[ Which isn't a lie. Sousuke still owes him like five dollars. ]
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[following behind sousuke as they go up the stairs, makoto comments brightly:]
I came to see you anyway.
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[ But Makoto doesn't need to answer immediately, at least not with anything too serious when they step in. Sousuke's dad is sitting at the couch and greets the other boy with the a little more enthusiasm than his son.
Sousuke is making a b-line for their small dining table, gesturing at the chair across him. ]
Sit down.
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Here you are. Onigiri and pork cutlets.
[another smile]
You look good.
[...not a come on, but a general statement of his well-being.]
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He knows it's not a come on... Makoto please. ]
I feel good, a lot better than a few months ago. Your mom and Rin are making sure I don't slack off any. [ Not that he wants to... even if there are some days where he'd rather not experience the pain that comes with therapy. ] How are things going at your place?
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[that's already one point for sousuke opening up to him about his weekly therapy treatment]
Kinda slow, but the monthly profits are the same from before. I guess it's because I'm stuck inside there for longer now that it seems even slower.
[he shrugs, a friendly gesture. if sousuke doesn't start eating... makoto steals an onigiri, and bites into it. excuse me.]
Are you doing your exercises at home? Mum always worries patients don't do those...
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Yup, you can ask the old man.
[ Though that won't be necessary, Sousuke's no liar. ]
—Has Rin asked you about it?