[he tilts his head back to think, lazily rubbing his thumb over Akechi's knuckles]
Okay, so back in my home town we have this river- really more like a big creek- that you can fish in. Usually you would find old men there in the afternoon fishing, and I liked to go down there and watch when I wasn't doing anything after school.
[he had friends, was in clubs. But he was also a quiet and intense child- he was never anyone's best friend before Ryuji and Morgana. So he spent a lot of time alone. Even then he found much more company in adults- ironic, considering the PT's credo]
And one time one of the fishermen had set up a little gas grill to just put the fish right off the hook and cook them. I remember watching him clean them and grill them up- it was kinda gross but it wasn't the first time I saw fish guts so it wasn't too bad. Anyway, he saw me watching and had me come over, and taught me how to do it and gave me some of the grilled fish to eat too. I remember... picking the bones out with my chopsticks.
[like a funeral. He remembers thinking that specificly ar the time too. Morbid for a ten year old, maybe. But that thought, the fishing, the cooking, the loneliness... in a way it was all a very Akira forming moment.]
It tasted pretty damn good. And I remember thinking I wanted to get good with a knife like that too. Ironic, huh?
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Date: 2023-05-19 12:11 pm (UTC)[he tilts his head back to think, lazily rubbing his thumb over Akechi's knuckles]
Okay, so back in my home town we have this river- really more like a big creek- that you can fish in. Usually you would find old men there in the afternoon fishing, and I liked to go down there and watch when I wasn't doing anything after school.
[he had friends, was in clubs. But he was also a quiet and intense child- he was never anyone's best friend before Ryuji and Morgana. So he spent a lot of time alone. Even then he found much more company in adults- ironic, considering the PT's credo]
And one time one of the fishermen had set up a little gas grill to just put the fish right off the hook and cook them. I remember watching him clean them and grill them up- it was kinda gross but it wasn't the first time I saw fish guts so it wasn't too bad. Anyway, he saw me watching and had me come over, and taught me how to do it and gave me some of the grilled fish to eat too. I remember... picking the bones out with my chopsticks.
[like a funeral. He remembers thinking that specificly ar the time too. Morbid for a ten year old, maybe. But that thought, the fishing, the cooking, the loneliness... in a way it was all a very Akira forming moment.]
It tasted pretty damn good. And I remember thinking I wanted to get good with a knife like that too. Ironic, huh?