[Tatsuma does not often dwell on his actions, but this whole thing is definitely going to linger for some time yet. He can't even wonder what he was thinking - because he knows for a fact that he was trying to do anything but.]
[And he is, actually, spending only a little time throwing on outdoor clothes and gathering a few supplies before he sets off. His arrival is marked by what starts off with a soft knock, followed by a couple firmer ones.
It's not much. But even if Oda sees no reason fro him to apologize, he'd like to do something.]
[ odasaku is close to the door when tatsuma knocks. part of him had a hard time believing that he would actually visit him but, even so, he'll accept the visit. he doesn't hold any grudge against him, after all.
he opens the door, leaning on a crutch for support. ]
Hey. Come in. I'll make you some coffee if you want.
[He shakes his head, a plastic grocery bag hanging from his arm. There's a lot of pink inside, although the bag itself is too opaque to see exactly what it is.]
Just these.
[And he holds the bag out in both hands, open for Oda to see that the contents are...
A lot of strawberry-flavored snacks. With the sheer number and variety of them, it's probably easy to guess that these are his favorites.]
[ odasaku understands if tatsuma doesn't want to go in and, considering the situation, he can't blame the other. so, not wishing to press the subject, he peers into the open bag.
snacks. lots of them, all strawberry. it's not his favorite flavor (in truth, sakutarou's never been a fan of sweets) but the sentiment is enough to make him feel thankful. a gift like this had to come from tatsuma's heart.
with a ghost of a smile on his face, he takes the bag in his hand. ]
Thanks. This is a really nice gift...I've never seen some of these snacks before. I'll have fun trying them.
[He says with a somewhat forced smile of his own. He still feels awful about what he did, and he's not under any impression that snacks of all things will fix it, but... He couldn't just do nothing, either.
But then his expression becomes solemn once more.]
I hope your leg heals quickly. If... there's anything I can do, let me know.
[He's used to making grocery runs and the like, it's the least he can do.]
[ but odasaku will probably not take tatsuma up on the offer. he's very aware that the other needs to rest, to recover emotionally from the trauma he's suffered. abusing that would make him feel worse than he already does. ]
Thank you, again. If you ever wanna drop by to visit again...just call me, okay? I...wanna help you-- if I can.
[He nods, fully intending to... not take Oda up on it. He has plenty of help as it is, and he isn't keen on asking more of the man whose leg he broke.]
There's a lot of people who are helping me, though. So... things will get better.
[Even if it's difficult, there's already some relief in knowing he has so many friends looking out for him.]
[ odasaku watches tatsuma walk away for a few seconds before closing the door with a heavy sigh.
that...was a lot more difficult than he thought at first. it leaves a bitter aftertaste in sakutarou's tongue and he fears he may have done more damage than good. but there's nothing that can be done anymore...just hope that things will turn out alright for tatsuma.
and sakutarou? well, he'll just sit down on the couch and open his laptop. time to write. ]
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[Tatsuma does not often dwell on his actions, but this whole thing is definitely going to linger for some time yet. He can't even wonder what he was thinking - because he knows for a fact that he was trying to do anything but.]
Are you at the hospital long?
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It'll be okay.
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Is it ok if i visit?
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[ insert here some sort of address ]
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[And he is, actually, spending only a little time throwing on outdoor clothes and gathering a few supplies before he sets off. His arrival is marked by what starts off with a soft knock, followed by a couple firmer ones.
It's not much. But even if Oda sees no reason fro him to apologize, he'd like to do something.]
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he opens the door, leaning on a crutch for support. ]
Hey. Come in. I'll make you some coffee if you want.
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Just these.
[And he holds the bag out in both hands, open for Oda to see that the contents are...
A lot of strawberry-flavored snacks. With the sheer number and variety of them, it's probably easy to guess that these are his favorites.]
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snacks. lots of them, all strawberry. it's not his favorite flavor (in truth, sakutarou's never been a fan of sweets) but the sentiment is enough to make him feel thankful. a gift like this had to come from tatsuma's heart.
with a ghost of a smile on his face, he takes the bag in his hand. ]
Thanks. This is a really nice gift...I've never seen some of these snacks before. I'll have fun trying them.
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[He says with a somewhat forced smile of his own. He still feels awful about what he did, and he's not under any impression that snacks of all things will fix it, but... He couldn't just do nothing, either.
But then his expression becomes solemn once more.]
I hope your leg heals quickly. If... there's anything I can do, let me know.
[He's used to making grocery runs and the like, it's the least he can do.]
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[ but odasaku will probably not take tatsuma up on the offer. he's very aware that the other needs to rest, to recover emotionally from the trauma he's suffered. abusing that would make him feel worse than he already does. ]
Thank you, again. If you ever wanna drop by to visit again...just call me, okay? I...wanna help you-- if I can.
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There's a lot of people who are helping me, though. So... things will get better.
[Even if it's difficult, there's already some relief in knowing he has so many friends looking out for him.]
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That's good. [ yep, yep. nodding. ] Then, uh-- I'll see you around, okay? Thank you again for these.
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Yeah. Um... See you.
[And with that very good socializing done, he... awkwardly shuffles himself out again.]
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that...was a lot more difficult than he thought at first. it leaves a bitter aftertaste in sakutarou's tongue and he fears he may have done more damage than good. but there's nothing that can be done anymore...just hope that things will turn out alright for tatsuma.
and sakutarou? well, he'll just sit down on the couch and open his laptop. time to write. ]