Maruki had been writing a rather careful note in his diary on the balcony, a cigarette hanging off his lips as he read through a recent entry, pen ink still fresh.
...Hamuko-san certainly knows her way in catching me by surprise. The bag is spacious and accommodating :D Pretty useful during summer rather than carrying everything around in my pockets or wearing a thinner jacket. It helps in not relying on Azathoth for everything. Maybe she would like plants in return? Something permanent which can grow under your care. I could even get a hint at how much she's neglecting her own needs. We ended up talking a lot about...everything really.
Is my smile really that deceptive?
I hope I didn't end up saying something too strange. I don't even remember much from last night. Bits and pieces. And then we were sleeping in the same bed. I mean, surely if she was uncomfortable, then she would admit it right away, wouldn't she? No reason why she shouldn't.
I don't remember a specific conversation we had, however. Said we will discuss it tomorrow. Maybe its not that urgent...?
His attention is diverted when he hears footsteps through the just open balcony door and he catches himself, pulling the butt away from his mouth and crushing it into the mounted ashtray. Bending down quickly, he placed the ashtray behind a small chair. He coughed, clearing his throat and the stench as he quickly picked up some peppermint and started chewing on it. He waved one hand to get rid of the smoke while carefully holding the diary in the other; pen tucked in between pages and an extended finger.
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Date: 2025-05-15 02:17 pm (UTC)...Hamuko-san certainly knows her way in catching me by surprise. The bag is spacious and accommodating :D Pretty useful during summer rather than carrying everything around in my pockets or wearing a thinner jacket.
It helps in not relying on Azathoth for everything.
Maybe she would like plants in return? Something permanent which can grow under your care. I could even get a hint at how much she's neglecting her own needs. We ended up talking a lot about...everything really.
Is my smile really that deceptive?
I hope I didn't end up saying something too strange. I don't even remember much from last night. Bits and pieces. And then we were sleeping in the same bed.
I mean, surely if she was uncomfortable, then she would admit it right away, wouldn't she? No reason why she shouldn't.
I don't remember a specific conversation we had, however. Said we will discuss it tomorrow. Maybe its not that urgent...?
His attention is diverted when he hears footsteps through the just open balcony door and he catches himself, pulling the butt away from his mouth and crushing it into the mounted ashtray. Bending down quickly, he placed the ashtray behind a small chair. He coughed, clearing his throat and the stench as he quickly picked up some peppermint and started chewing on it. He waved one hand to get rid of the smoke while carefully holding the diary in the other; pen tucked in between pages and an extended finger.