Incredible word play there, me- he muses to himself as he finds himself wiping away tears of joy with one hand while joining Ichinose in their little cackle session.
That said, meeting the waitress did considerably deflate him. He was just about ready to get totally shit-faced if it meant melting into the table-!
But...that also meant...
"The cognition's...aware," he points out- murmuring as he gets up from his seat. "You’re aware-!" Like Rumi was. "So it is possible-! All of it is possible...my hypothesis has to be right." He sets his nearly drank sixth glass on the table.
"It's not so bad though...I don’t need to rely solely on you anymore," he hiccups as he grabs some of his favourite sushi off the plate. He has to continue working in her memory, no? Like snacks from the counter.
His gaze wavers.
"Sir, I am kindly asking you to calm down," the cognitive waitress stares at him almost pitifully with hands now resting on her hips. "I will show you the way out, please follow me."
"Okay, okay-! Hehe...sorry." he laughs as he assists Kuon with collecting their scribbles and his journal- shoving whatever he could with loose paper folded all too neatly.
The door slides shut behind them as Maruki ends up resting his hand on Ichinose’s shoulder.
"Sorry... thought I lost track of you." Not the most ideal position, even as he lets go of her to sway a little to the side before clutching his forehead, one elbow resting on the side wall.
"Did...did we seriously get kicked out?" He asks, looking back at her like he wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or cry about it.
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That said, meeting the waitress did considerably deflate him. He was just about ready to get totally shit-faced if it meant melting into the table-!
But...that also meant...
"The cognition's...aware," he points out- murmuring as he gets up from his seat. "You’re aware-!" Like Rumi was. "So it is possible-! All of it is possible...my hypothesis has to be right." He sets his nearly drank sixth glass on the table.
"It's not so bad though...I don’t need to rely solely on you anymore," he hiccups as he grabs some of his favourite sushi off the plate.
He has to continue working in her memory, no?Like snacks from the counter.His gaze wavers.
"Sir, I am kindly asking you to calm down," the cognitive waitress stares at him almost pitifully with hands now resting on her hips. "I will show you the way out, please follow me."
"Okay, okay-! Hehe...sorry." he laughs as he assists Kuon with collecting their scribbles and his journal- shoving whatever he could with loose paper folded all too neatly.
The door slides shut behind them as Maruki ends up resting his hand on Ichinose’s shoulder.
"Sorry... thought I lost track of you." Not the most ideal position, even as he lets go of her to sway a little to the side before clutching his forehead, one elbow resting on the side wall.
"Did...did we seriously get kicked out?" He asks, looking back at her like he wasn't sure if he was supposed to laugh or cry about it.