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[Sakuma wanders away from the motorcycle and toward the water as if in a trance, and Fudou stays by the bike to give him some space for a few moments. He pulls the helmet off, feeling the wind tug at his own hair too, and watches the way he moves slowly, eyes on the dark sea stretching far beyond and the city lights reflecting on its surface.
Even amongst all the lights of the city that twinkled, the one that shone the brightest was--]
... I figured with how cooped up you always are, you haven't had time to come somewhere like this in a while.
[If Sakuma could name one thing he hated about Fudou, it was his ability to always be right about things. Maybe it pissed him off in high school, when the boy somehow got slightly higher marks than him when he'd barely (visibly) studied, but now, it was how he always seemed to know what Sakuma needed. A change of pace, the feel of a motorcycle ride, the idea that if he could just get away for a moment...he could stop wallowing in how lonely his life was.
Did he mention he really hated when Fudou was RIGHT?]
You're right.
It's so close, and yet I never find myself driving down this way. Guess I get too caught up in things.
[A humble admission, fingers tracing along the seams of that bike helmet as he paces the shoreline.]
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Even amongst all the lights of the city that twinkled, the one that shone the brightest was--]
... I figured with how cooped up you always are, you haven't had time to come somewhere like this in a while.
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Did he mention he really hated when Fudou was RIGHT?]
You're right.
It's so close, and yet I never find myself driving down this way. Guess I get too caught up in things.
[A humble admission, fingers tracing along the seams of that bike helmet as he paces the shoreline.]
There's never enough hours in a day.