[ Or: it's a relief to here, unwinding the spring-coil set of his spine as he opens up the box of mochi again and selects one, now thoroughly thawed, to squish lightly between his fingers. ]
There's a sweet bean paste you might...probably not.
[ Prosaics. Talking about baking. These are the things you miss out on, attempting to forge a path through the wild dark towards half-glimpsed destiny. He bites delicately into the mochi, and if he had to say what it tastes like - it tastes like another chance, deserved or not. ]
I'm on yours, too. [ Quiet, without dramatics. ] They're good. Compliments to the baker.
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[ Or: it's a relief to here, unwinding the spring-coil set of his spine as he opens up the box of mochi again and selects one, now thoroughly thawed, to squish lightly between his fingers. ]
There's a sweet bean paste you might...probably not.
[ Prosaics. Talking about baking. These are the things you miss out on, attempting to forge a path through the wild dark towards half-glimpsed destiny. He bites delicately into the mochi, and if he had to say what it tastes like - it tastes like another chance, deserved or not. ]
I'm on yours, too. [ Quiet, without dramatics. ] They're good. Compliments to the baker.