[ Goro nearly recoils at the shadow of contact eclipsing the sunlight. But the gesture is entertained with practiced tolerance; he stares at those eyes, guarded and unflappable as they've always been, before his gaze falls to the ground, waiting for that contented withdrawal. Perhaps he can afford to be a little more adventurous now, less courteous towards secrets made to be buried deep, left unaddressed. For now: ]
Despite what I've said, unless everybody else is scattered around town along with us, then I really have no reason to be here.
[ One of the shops is where Goro decides to go, scurrying off on his own without much of a warning. If Akira decides to follow after, he'll discover the supposed detective eying the selection of brightly colored boxes, gift-wrapped and ready to go -- of local treats, homegrown fruits. A purchase is made, swift and hopefully shrewd in a decision contrived of his own accord rather than inquiring about the household preference of produce or moments of edible self-indulgence.
The bag handle sits snug in his right hand -- and if the cat still happens to be around, it'll just have to relocate to the crook of his arm, pressing close to his chest; scratches shall not be a thing when it comes to customary presents, please. At least they're both aware that Goro didn't "arrive" into this world dirt poor. ]
How common is it to hear someone brag about their pristine eyesight? [ In reference to an earlier thought, Goro starts off easy under the guise of better understanding the accommodations of these timeline renditions regardless of the abrupt train of thought diverting elsewhere. ]
I never did require visual aid, so it often slipped my mind to wear them during that one time. I've found that your friend is a jack of all trades. From an audible reminder for bedtime to a spectacles carrier... Well, I imagine your situation is different from mine though.
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Despite what I've said, unless everybody else is scattered around town along with us, then I really have no reason to be here.
[ One of the shops is where Goro decides to go, scurrying off on his own without much of a warning. If Akira decides to follow after, he'll discover the supposed detective eying the selection of brightly colored boxes, gift-wrapped and ready to go -- of local treats, homegrown fruits. A purchase is made, swift and hopefully shrewd in a decision contrived of his own accord rather than inquiring about the household preference of produce or moments of edible self-indulgence.
The bag handle sits snug in his right hand -- and if the cat still happens to be around, it'll just have to relocate to the crook of his arm, pressing close to his chest; scratches shall not be a thing when it comes to customary presents, please. At least they're both aware that Goro didn't "arrive" into this world dirt poor. ]
How common is it to hear someone brag about their pristine eyesight? [ In reference to an earlier thought, Goro starts off easy under the guise of better understanding the accommodations of these timeline renditions regardless of the abrupt train of thought diverting elsewhere. ]
I never did require visual aid, so it often slipped my mind to wear them during that one time. I've found that your friend is a jack of all trades. From an audible reminder for bedtime to a spectacles carrier... Well, I imagine your situation is different from mine though.
[ #BAIT. ]