[literally every single one of my saturday PCs is getting set in the gym because mineo is a jock and that's just how it is. but he's just poking through the stuff excitedly, probably hanging out by the boxing ring and trying on one of the boxing gloves]
We didn't even have one of these at the station - aahh, that's so cool...!
[but he'll look up when Omi is walking in, grinning easily]
[Omi is in the kitchen all night. He has just so many bowls out. They're all filled with different batters and he's beating them manually, despite plenty of mixers.]
[no, you're imagining it, sweetie. but mineo will at least be looking around - wandering around? apparently he's going to be in the tea room now, eyeing the items with curiosity]
I feel like this is way too fancy for me... [but he'll turn when he hears someone approaching and grins] Hey Omi-san! How about an acting lesson?
. . . he honestly doesn't make it far. or maybe he comes back. it's hard to say. but just outside the conference room, against its shut and locked doors, there's enomoto mineo, slumped against the door, head knocked against it
and staring so, so intently upward at a spot on the ceiling even though there's nothing there]
The man who stands in front of you is someone you respect. You remember just a few months ago that it was impossible to trust him, to let him get to know you, but he had a steady, persistent way of speaking. He’s the ideal man - cool, composed, smart, and caring. Yet now when he turns to you, it’s easy to feel as though you’re being scolded and admonished.
Maybe you are.
But instead of being able to face that care, you are instead consumed with guilt. The suffering end of a call out. The self-pitying end of it. You bow your head to him, and take your leave - and you wish that you could have something to show for your efforts when you go back.
It's a sunny, beautiful day, and your heart is full of guilt and shame. You see an older couple at the graveyard and he hesitates, unsure of what to say. How do you say sorry when their son died and your still alive?
They start reminiscing, but so much of it is foggy and unclear. Until they say, "If only Nachi had turned over a new leaf like you did, Fushimi. He might be on stage right now."
Confusion from Omi. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Oh, didn't he tell you? He always dreamed of being an actor one day. He fell in with the wrong crowd, but he never stopped loving plays."
Here you are. A man with no ambition, no dreams, and wasting his life away. Your best friend had dreams and you never even knew about them.
weekend 0, saturday
We didn't even have one of these at the station - aahh, that's so cool...!
[but he'll look up when Omi is walking in, grinning easily]
Hey, Omi-san. Looking around?
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Yup. Figured it would be a good idea to familiarize myself to this place. Dunno how long we're gonna be here.
What station?
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[he looks away when a bit when he explains it before turning back to omi]
Kind of a weird place to give us, but I'm not complaining.
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I'm a little surprised there isn't a pole though.
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week 0: monday
His expression is soft as he takes it in, but he hasn't noticed that he's got company.]
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What a view!
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Right? I've only seen this a few times, but it's a shot I love.
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[THE TEEN?]
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week 0, post-mini event
still sloshed out of his mind
he's holding a pint of ice cream in his hands, confused and looking like he's about to cry]
That's not.... Why.... Who took - the ice...?!
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He'll kneel on the floor to check in on him.]
Are you okay, Mineo?
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holds onto the ice cream pint in his hands]
Omi-saaaaaaan....! We... We ran outta ice - how we're gonna... for all the Wraths....!
[please stop]
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Can he give him the water? Will he take it?]
If you put it back, it'll freeze again, okay?
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Week 0: Saturday
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mineo does wander in there eventually
and he just pauses and - ]
... need some help, Omi-san, or is this a one man job on purpose?
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I just... [Everything happened so much and he needs his body to be doing something.]
You can take one if you want.
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week 1, wednesday
[no, you're imagining it, sweetie. but mineo will at least be looking around - wandering around? apparently he's going to be in the tea room now, eyeing the items with curiosity]
I feel like this is way too fancy for me... [but he'll turn when he hears someone approaching and grins] Hey Omi-san! How about an acting lesson?
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[ When this is over, he'll be so happy. Omi's got a pot of green tea and he'll pour Mineo a cup. Come, sit with him. ]
Didn't know you were interested.
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Hmm... I don't know if I am, not sure if I have the talent or the time for it -
But I just feel way too casual to be in a fancy place like this.
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week 1, post-trial
. . . he honestly doesn't make it far. or maybe he comes back. it's hard to say. but just outside the conference room, against its shut and locked doors, there's enomoto mineo, slumped against the door, head knocked against it
and staring so, so intently upward at a spot on the ceiling even though there's nothing there]
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Ceiling won't have answers. But I feel you.
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so incredibly fucking tense]
.... better or worse than last week, Omi-san?
[a beat]
Are you feeling - better or worse?
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week 2, monday [1/3]
Oh, of course Omi-san's gonna be here.
[he was trending to avoid people!! poorly]
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The man who stands in front of you is someone you respect. You remember just a few months ago that it was impossible to trust him, to let him get to know you, but he had a steady, persistent way of speaking. He’s the ideal man - cool, composed, smart, and caring. Yet now when he turns to you, it’s easy to feel as though you’re being scolded and admonished.
Maybe you are.
But instead of being able to face that care, you are instead consumed with guilt. The suffering end of a call out. The self-pitying end of it. You bow your head to him, and take your leave - and you wish that you could have something to show for your efforts when you go back.
You know you won’t. ]
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.... everything's really getting heavy today, huh....
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It's a sunny, beautiful day, and your heart is full of guilt and shame. You see an older couple at the graveyard and he hesitates, unsure of what to say. How do you say sorry when their son died and your still alive?
They start reminiscing, but so much of it is foggy and unclear. Until they say, "If only Nachi had turned over a new leaf like you did, Fushimi. He might be on stage right now."
Confusion from Omi. "I'm sorry, what?"
"Oh, didn't he tell you? He always dreamed of being an actor one day. He fell in with the wrong crowd, but he never stopped loving plays."
Here you are. A man with no ambition, no dreams, and wasting his life away. Your best friend had dreams and you never even knew about them.
How unfair. You should've died instead.
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And at the end Omi looks tired too.]
... It is.
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mira i swear
what did i do?