[He listens to the praise as aptly as a student would absorb the words of their teacher, casting his eyes off to the side only as he breathes another small sigh in response. It feels like a lifetime since he last spoke about -- any of this, so openly.]
They're getting stronger in their own ways, but we'll never make any progress as a team at this rate. [Disorganization. Discord. Dissonance, and they're supposed to be his charges. He's the laughingstock of the CCG and it's hard not to think about it from time to time.] Sometimes I wish they'd stop at 'children,' really.
[He could handle that, he thinks. They're already at an age where they prefer to do their own thing with no care for what Haise may think of it all; if he weren't in charge of ensuring that they all grow up to be proper investigators worth their quinque, he has to wonder if it wouldn't be easier, somehow.
But that isn't something to dwell on over lunch, nor something he plans on voicing, just yet. These words of encouragement are coming from Arima, after all. So long as he has that support, that's all he needs, isn't it? A hefty punch from Akira here and there, too, just to keep him in line...
He picks up his own menu out of habit, something for his hands to do while he chases those thoughts away. It's a pointless thing to do, and for a moment, it's almost like he forgets; just a moment, then he's smiling again, defeated but resilient, as always.]
Heh... I guess I do get a bit carried away sometimes. [The menu's kind enough to have a boldly-printed 'iced coffee' listed under its beverages and that's a greater relief now than ever, so he puts it down, flat on the table beneath his palms, and leans back in his seat. His order is simple to the point of embarrassment, so there's a hint of anticipation waiting on Arima's decision in turn.]
This place has a nice variety. [An odd comment to make, for someone who can no longer find the memories to connect to the ingredients his eyes glaze over. This normalcy is a part of their humour, too.]
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Date: 2015-03-04 06:54 am (UTC)They're getting stronger in their own ways, but we'll never make any progress as a team at this rate. [Disorganization. Discord. Dissonance, and they're supposed to be his charges. He's the laughingstock of the CCG and it's hard not to think about it from time to time.] Sometimes I wish they'd stop at 'children,' really.
[He could handle that, he thinks. They're already at an age where they prefer to do their own thing with no care for what Haise may think of it all; if he weren't in charge of ensuring that they all grow up to be proper investigators worth their quinque, he has to wonder if it wouldn't be easier, somehow.
But that isn't something to dwell on over lunch, nor something he plans on voicing, just yet. These words of encouragement are coming from Arima, after all. So long as he has that support, that's all he needs, isn't it? A hefty punch from Akira here and there, too, just to keep him in line...
He picks up his own menu out of habit, something for his hands to do while he chases those thoughts away. It's a pointless thing to do, and for a moment, it's almost like he forgets; just a moment, then he's smiling again, defeated but resilient, as always.]
Heh... I guess I do get a bit carried away sometimes. [The menu's kind enough to have a boldly-printed 'iced coffee' listed under its beverages and that's a greater relief now than ever, so he puts it down, flat on the table beneath his palms, and leans back in his seat. His order is simple to the point of embarrassment, so there's a hint of anticipation waiting on Arima's decision in turn.]
This place has a nice variety. [An odd comment to make, for someone who can no longer find the memories to connect to the ingredients his eyes glaze over. This normalcy is a part of their humour, too.]