{ Lazy Days }
Title: Lazy Days
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada, Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori
Word Count: 296
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Two of Pentacles
Rating: PG13 language
Everything has its own balance, its own harmonic points at which stability is guaranteed, the calm points in the hectic wavering of existence.
"Have you noticed," Yukari said, dead serious, "that these takoyaki aren't the same size? Like at all?"
"Yuka-tan, in case no one informed you, they come from this thing called a fryer," Junpei retorts. "They're not meant to be equal by nature. Besides, why does it even matter? What are you gonna do, use them as takoyaki weights?"
Akihiko popped one into his mouth and instantly flinched.
So, this was supposed to be them doing something fun to outweigh the seriousness of their mission. Shinjiro couldn't say that he liked it, even though he agreed that their little group would probably break if they didn't fit in some time to relax. And yet...
"Ow! Man, that was hot." Ahiko laughed, albeit a little hoarsely. "You wanna try one, Shinji? You won't regret it, the taste is something out of this world."
He didn't like this waiting, the downtime between sessions of fighting and sleep. And regret? Hell, Aki, he wanted to say, regret was a healthy part of his balanced breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and nothing, not even this sainted takoyaki was going to cure him of that.
"No thanks." Shinjiro said. "Maybe later. I'm not really in the mood for octopus now."
Grinning, Akihiko shared a chuckle with the rest of the group. The hell?
"It's from Octopia, Shinji. So there's no octopus in it."
Shinjiro grimaced, knowing that he was trapped. What kind of crazy-ass place didn't put octopus in takoyaki? Today was just not his day.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki, Akihiko Sanada, Yukari Takeba, Junpei Iori
Word Count: 296
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Two of Pentacles
Rating: PG13 language
Everything has its own balance, its own harmonic points at which stability is guaranteed, the calm points in the hectic wavering of existence.
"Have you noticed," Yukari said, dead serious, "that these takoyaki aren't the same size? Like at all?"
"Yuka-tan, in case no one informed you, they come from this thing called a fryer," Junpei retorts. "They're not meant to be equal by nature. Besides, why does it even matter? What are you gonna do, use them as takoyaki weights?"
Akihiko popped one into his mouth and instantly flinched.
So, this was supposed to be them doing something fun to outweigh the seriousness of their mission. Shinjiro couldn't say that he liked it, even though he agreed that their little group would probably break if they didn't fit in some time to relax. And yet...
"Ow! Man, that was hot." Ahiko laughed, albeit a little hoarsely. "You wanna try one, Shinji? You won't regret it, the taste is something out of this world."
He didn't like this waiting, the downtime between sessions of fighting and sleep. And regret? Hell, Aki, he wanted to say, regret was a healthy part of his balanced breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and nothing, not even this sainted takoyaki was going to cure him of that.
"No thanks." Shinjiro said. "Maybe later. I'm not really in the mood for octopus now."
Grinning, Akihiko shared a chuckle with the rest of the group. The hell?
"It's from Octopia, Shinji. So there's no octopus in it."
Shinjiro grimaced, knowing that he was trapped. What kind of crazy-ass place didn't put octopus in takoyaki? Today was just not his day.