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nozama tomoko ([personal profile] gothics) wrote in [community profile] sagittariusly 2012-12-17 10:56 pm (UTC)

Where did he put the-- oh, there it was. Tomoko shuffled closer to the bag, grabbed the extra blankets from it. She swallowed nervously, then haphazardly draped one over him. The other she draped around herself. Beneath the blankets, she hugged her knees to her person and breathed.

In the quiet of the evening, when everything was silent, Tomoko became aware that she was, in fact, tired. Exhausted, both physically and emotionally. The walk back to her house and the sprint she did inside made the muscles in her leg a bit stiff, but they were nothing compared to what she'd felt earlier this evening. But she knew all her aches would ebb away. All she'd need was time.

She wondered how much time she'd need.

Tomoko turned to him. "You should eat," she said softly. "I packed you something to eat." And, just so she'd have something to do, Tomoko reached for the bag to empty out its contents. Soon, tea, bread, even natto were laid on the blanket between them. She also took out two plates and two cups for them to use.

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