introduction et rondo capriccioso

[corpsebloom]

[ Lunch plans with Haise. Nothing about it was too incredibly perplexing or unusual, it was something that occurred quite often-- once a week or so. A good ten minutes earlier than usual to gather his thoughts, for he always seems to have to before he sees the young man. If anyone wonders why he always makes sure he’s the one that visits or they plan on the meetings, this is why.

If Arima closes his eyes, he can see wisps of Haise’s black hair that bloom from his white. His eyes glimmer with a sense of contemplation. His demeanor, as forced as usual.

And then— Kaneki Ken—

If he ever did remember, what would Arima do, pray tell? In either case, it was acknowledged between him and the man known as Sasaki Haise that he would kill him if he ever went berserk.

But now is not the time to contemplate on things such as “You’re like my dad” and how he replied with a “I’ll come and visit my grandchildren”.

There’s something rather guilt-provoking in that. ]

You’re later than usual by about three minutes. What kept you, Haise?

[ Arima’s eyes open. The air barely moves, but a single molecule moving out of the unusual is enough for him. That voice of his, as calm as always. It never betrays him. At times like these, contemplating the darker parts of what has happened, he’s grateful for it.

There’s no need for remorse at the lunch table. ]

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mamma mia

[sasarious]

[There are the thoughts that come with contemplating how it is, exactly, that you've come to be the surrogate father of the boy you'd once killed, and those that follow a long day of calling orders out to a ragtag team of teenagers with far better things to be doing than listening to another lecture from their so-called 'boss.' Arima's perception, for once, is nothing of a surprise to Haise; he walks over to their table with the heavy steps of someone all too grateful to be given even this brief reprieve, and when he slumps down in the chair opposite the other man, he drops his shoulders with a tired huff, tinged with a laugh. Only three minutes, huh.]

Haha, you know how it is... Shirazu's as energetic as ever, Urie won't listen to a thing I say... [He lets his eyes close, just for a moment, thinking about it. It's in his nature not to make it sound like a complaint moreso than an explanation -- they're good kids, all of them, and there's nobody to blame for their disarray than the incompetence of their leader...

He sighs again, and shrugs. It's nothing.] I'm surprised I made it at all.