It was almost imperceptible, but Shimazaki blinked in and out as soon as Mingeshi finished their retort. When he re-appeared, he had something behind his back.
“I’m not doing this to change your opinion. Just making a point.”
Then, he stepped closer - much closer than he usually got to them. If there was anyone’s space Shimazaki respected, it was Minegishi’s (followed by the Boss who at least appreciated having his cigarettes lighted for him.) Shimazaki pulled out what he was obscuring—a small 5” pot with a plant.
A cacti. They grew in small clusters, dark green and notched with bright hair-like thorns erupting from them.
“I don’t know what these are. I can’t touch them, either. But an old lady gifted them to me after I did her a little favor years ago. They’ve stayed alive this long somehow, and I’m a little attached, so it’s better you have it.”
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Date: 2024-05-14 05:55 am (UTC)“I’m not doing this to change your opinion. Just making a point.”
Then, he stepped closer - much closer than he usually got to them. If there was anyone’s space Shimazaki respected, it was Minegishi’s (followed by the Boss who at least appreciated having his cigarettes lighted for him.) Shimazaki pulled out what he was obscuring—a small 5” pot with a plant.
A cacti. They grew in small clusters, dark green and notched with bright hair-like thorns erupting from them.
“I don’t know what these are. I can’t touch them, either. But an old lady gifted them to me after I did her a little favor years ago. They’ve stayed alive this long somehow, and I’m a little attached, so it’s better you have it.”