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keigo higashino

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[loudmouths]

[ honestly, it was the only way keigo could get through a week: pretending that he had a lot to look forward to. but minato's blase reaction to his fantasy was met with a rather affronted expression. ]

It's a piece of paper if you're not married to someone you love, maybe! I'm not gonna just get married to anyone!

[compendiem]

What if you were about to die? Would that change anything?

[ Make your choice, Keigo. A half-assed fulfillment of fantasy, or dying without. ]

[loudmouths]

...

[ the toughest question imaginable... ]

...I mean, I guess... if I was about to die, then maybe gettin' it over with wouldn't be as ... bad...

[compendiem]

[ Minato nods slowly, accepting his decision. ]

We're going to die in the tea shop. Better start Googling marriage certificate templates on the way there.

[loudmouths]

Eh?! But if that's the case, who am I supposed to be marrying?!

[ this is all happening so fast!! ]

[compendiem]

[ Stares at him for a second... then looks away ]

You can get married to our server. It'll be a surprise.

[loudmouths]

What?! I'm not doin' that!! What if they reject me?! Then I won't get married at all and I'll die unfulfilled and be cursed to roam the Earth searching for my true soulmate!!

[ please end this. ]

[compendiem]

Who would reject you?

[ Kind, supportive words in 3... 2...

nah ]

If you die, your partner gets to collect the life insurance. It's a win-win situation.

[loudmouths]

[ oh, well that was a nice start... if not for the

rest

of it.

keigo's face visibly sobered, like someone flipped a switch in his brain. he turned, shoving his hands in his pockets. ]

'tch... Yeah, I guess.

[ "probably the only thing i'm worth to them" was the unspoken sentiment, but keigo wasn't going to delve into that with a new friend. ]

Anyway, let's go. Hopefully this tea'll be good, if it's gonna be my last cup of it.

[compendiem]

[ Hopefully, yeah. Minato mirrors his pose, hands in his pockets and any traces of humor off his face, if there were any to begin with. Keigo must really want to get married. It's unfathomable. Guess they'll have to do their best not to die before that happens, even if it's up to chance whether the building will be spirited away. ]

...Doesn't have to be tea. If you wanted to choose a last meal.

[loudmouths]

[ the marriage thing was already farthest from his mind as they walked along the street, mind plagued with self-defeating thoughts about his own value as a person, and all that. he was certain minato probably didn't mean anything by that, but it was still a pervasive enough thought to shake up his enthusiasm.

so he was largely silent until minato spoke up again, offering up that option to him. ]

Eh? It's whatever, we came out to get tea, so that's what we're gonna do.

[compendiem]

[ "It's whatever" are words that often come out of Minato's mouth, and there's some bitter irony when he feels the tinge of annoyance at hearing it. This is probably how people feel when he brushes them off and accepts their suggestions without proper thought and care, but he's been on the other side enough to know that sometimes, it's just whatever. Doesn't matter.

It's the Tea Kittle they come up to, one of the places Minato sent out an application to when he heard there was a job opening, but when he pushes through the door, there's just. Regret.

Everything is cat themed, from the tail that swings on the ticking clock, to the backings of the chairs featuring a pair of pointed ears each. ]