Masato Hijirikawa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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route_10652013-06-30 11:02 am
pianosongs) wrote in route_10652013-06-30 11:02 am
this is the road to ruin
Who: Masato Hijirikawa [pianosongs] & Ren Jinguji [saxsongs]
Where: a small cafe in Saffron City
When: June 30
Summary: Two childhood friends try to settle things and see what went wrong.
Rating: PG?
Log:
[The time of the meeting is at 2 PM, after Masato's shift at the pokéMart, but he's a little early. It's been a while since he and Ren have spoken face-to-face for an extended period of time, as they've been pretty busy lately with their excitable group of friends and just getting semi-settled in the new city for the time being. They were always moving and always doing something, so finding any sort of sit-down time was a surprise. At least his shift ended fairly early, and the rest of his schedule is free in case Jinguji is too. After all, he doesn't know how long this conversation is going to take, if it stays a conversation at all.
For his own sake, he's hoping it does. His hand is still injured, still wrapped up and healing, and he doesn't want to risk further injury by instinctively using his right hand in a fight. It does suck not being able to write, though, but thankfully he can still text a little bit, and his friends have been good about calling him as to not force him to reply via typing. Jinguji especially, which... is just odd. Thinking of Jinguji as a friend is a bit of a foreign occurrence, especially given their history. But even thinking that far, it shouldn't be - they spent a majority of their childhood spending time together, sneaking out from parties, chatting over silly things, going on little outdoor adventures. But that was so long ago...
Now where did they go from here? As friends? Masato figures that since they've actually been able to speak without completely hating each other recently, they may actually have a chance. But they still need to talk, which is what has Masato sitting by the window in the less-populated area, carefully balancing a small cup of tea on the hardened edge of the brace he wears while he debates taking a sip. He's early, but he still can't help but feel that he's going to be forced to wait even longer. After all, when was Jinguji ever on time?]
pianosongs] & Ren Jinguji [saxsongs]Where: a small cafe in Saffron City
When: June 30
Summary: Two childhood friends try to settle things and see what went wrong.
Rating: PG?
Log:
[The time of the meeting is at 2 PM, after Masato's shift at the pokéMart, but he's a little early. It's been a while since he and Ren have spoken face-to-face for an extended period of time, as they've been pretty busy lately with their excitable group of friends and just getting semi-settled in the new city for the time being. They were always moving and always doing something, so finding any sort of sit-down time was a surprise. At least his shift ended fairly early, and the rest of his schedule is free in case Jinguji is too. After all, he doesn't know how long this conversation is going to take, if it stays a conversation at all.
For his own sake, he's hoping it does. His hand is still injured, still wrapped up and healing, and he doesn't want to risk further injury by instinctively using his right hand in a fight. It does suck not being able to write, though, but thankfully he can still text a little bit, and his friends have been good about calling him as to not force him to reply via typing. Jinguji especially, which... is just odd. Thinking of Jinguji as a friend is a bit of a foreign occurrence, especially given their history. But even thinking that far, it shouldn't be - they spent a majority of their childhood spending time together, sneaking out from parties, chatting over silly things, going on little outdoor adventures. But that was so long ago...
Now where did they go from here? As friends? Masato figures that since they've actually been able to speak without completely hating each other recently, they may actually have a chance. But they still need to talk, which is what has Masato sitting by the window in the less-populated area, carefully balancing a small cup of tea on the hardened edge of the brace he wears while he debates taking a sip. He's early, but he still can't help but feel that he's going to be forced to wait even longer. After all, when was Jinguji ever on time?]
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So Ren walked over to the table Hijirikawa was sitting at and brought him a melon bread. He was still wearing his work clothes and his hair was on a pony tail. He waited until Hijirikawa looked at him before speaking.]
On me... because I'll be a bit late.
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I appreciate it. So when did you begin this job, Jinguji?
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Wednesday. I haven't told anyone because I wanted to see if I'm even suited for the job...
[He didn't like making himself look like an idiot, after all. He turned around to return to where he came from.]
I'll be back in five to ten minutes, depending on when I get to end my shift.
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[Setting down his tea cup, he leaned back a little in the seat, watching as Jinguji turned away from him. Well, Masato wasn't sure what sort of criteria one had to have in order to be good at serving, but it didn't look like Jinguji wasn't in a bad place. If anything, he seemed suited to this.]
I don't mind waiting. I'll be here when you're off.
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How's your hand?