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writetomyheart2024-11-05 08:13 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2024-11-05 08:13 pm
[team four] hush little heart iv
India Stoker (Stoker) & Morino Yoru (GOTH); PG; 255 words
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, and part III, which continues in part v. This should have been posted shortly after November 5 but time got away from me. The bolded line is where I was when I needed to pass my turn on tolovesgaze, so that’s this section’s “official” last line; I’m just tacking on the rest to have somewhere to put it.
“See?” the foreigner says. Yoru’s shoulder bumps into the van door as they take a corner a little too sharply, the wheel bumping over the sidewalk and down again.
“Where are we going?” she asks, instead of acknowledging the question. The English tastes strange in her mouth. The foreigner just shrugs.
Yoru could ask why she’s here in the first place, but it doesn’t really matter.
“I want coffee,” she says instead.
“We should probably leave this anyway,” the foreigner says, resting a hand on the dashboard of the van. They’re mostly out of the quiet warehouse section, the sound of vehicles passing on a road up ahead. The van slows to a stop and she turns the key, leaving it in the ignition.
Yoru takes off her seatbelt and glances around. Her phone is still at home where she forgot it, but she has a transit card in her pocket, and a few hundred yen.
She doesn’t offer anything, and the foreigner doesn’t seem to expect anything, opening the door on her side, so Yoru climbs out on the other side and closes the door politely behind her, taking a few steps down the sidewalk. There’s a rusting, and then a slam as the foreigner comes around to meet her, brushing her hands off on her skirt.
“Come on,” she says, tugging Yoru along with the force of her resolve. Yoru doesn’t have any better suggestions. There’ll probably be a bus stop down the road, eventually.
They’re just turning a corner when the van—
A continuation from part I (includes prompt details), part II, and part III, which continues in part v. This should have been posted shortly after November 5 but time got away from me. The bolded line is where I was when I needed to pass my turn on to
lovesgaze, so that’s this section’s “official” last line; I’m just tacking on the rest to have somewhere to put it.“See?” the foreigner says. Yoru’s shoulder bumps into the van door as they take a corner a little too sharply, the wheel bumping over the sidewalk and down again.
“Where are we going?” she asks, instead of acknowledging the question. The English tastes strange in her mouth. The foreigner just shrugs.
Yoru could ask why she’s here in the first place, but it doesn’t really matter.
“I want coffee,” she says instead.
“We should probably leave this anyway,” the foreigner says, resting a hand on the dashboard of the van. They’re mostly out of the quiet warehouse section, the sound of vehicles passing on a road up ahead. The van slows to a stop and she turns the key, leaving it in the ignition.
Yoru takes off her seatbelt and glances around. Her phone is still at home where she forgot it, but she has a transit card in her pocket, and a few hundred yen.
She doesn’t offer anything, and the foreigner doesn’t seem to expect anything, opening the door on her side, so Yoru climbs out on the other side and closes the door politely behind her, taking a few steps down the sidewalk. There’s a rusting, and then a slam as the foreigner comes around to meet her, brushing her hands off on her skirt.
“Come on,” she says, tugging Yoru along with the force of her resolve. Yoru doesn’t have any better suggestions. There’ll probably be a bus stop down the road, eventually.
They’re just turning a corner when the van—