[Sakuma doesn't move just yet, eyes fixed on the car that waited for him, ready for the same old traffic and the same old radio stations. Same streets. Same red lights. The comfort of routine and the safety of stability.
And then there was that hairtie pressed into his palm.
He sits there in silence a moment, the only telltale sign of any brain activity at all being the characteristic bite of his lip. Seconds feel like minutes, and after Sakuma considers this after only a few, his hand whips up to gather silver strands of hair, bundling them up and securing them loosely in a ponytail. With that hand now free, he reaches for that helmet Fudou held out to him previously.]
I show up for work early, you know.
[Said with a smile.
He was beginning to hate being comfortable and stable, anyway.]
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And then there was that hairtie pressed into his palm.
He sits there in silence a moment, the only telltale sign of any brain activity at all being the characteristic bite of his lip. Seconds feel like minutes, and after Sakuma considers this after only a few, his hand whips up to gather silver strands of hair, bundling them up and securing them loosely in a ponytail. With that hand now free, he reaches for that helmet Fudou held out to him previously.]
I show up for work early, you know.
[Said with a smile.
He was beginning to hate being comfortable and stable, anyway.]