[ There's a closet somewhere with a near bursting bag full of Izutsumi's old items shoved with an intent to ensure they would never see the light of day again.
Sentimentality, second thoughts - none of that is what kept him from tossing it into a large bin in their front yard. Something else did. He can't place it now - it felt like hours. Must have only been minutes. Gnats swarmed his face until he couldn't take it.
It's because he can't stomach throwing out resources they may need. The seemingly endless winter a reminder. Maruki's tendency to collect strays at the forefront. The only one outside of Akira they shared a mutual agreement about held tight in the palm of his hand. He doesn't care about them, but he won't share his shit when the time comes. When someone is inevitably unprepared, they'll have items to divvy out.
He half expects Maruki's to throw one of her many blankets on him after finding it forced to the back of some small, cramped corner.
But it's his own that falls on him. Familiar smell, texture, color, pattern - he stifles his annoyance at his bed being unmade. Barely swallows the irritation as he pulls the cover up to the middle of his chest and adjusts the pillow behind him.
It's temporary, after all. He'll take this back to his own room in a moment. ]
It hasn't been a priority, no. What purpose would that serve?
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Sentimentality, second thoughts - none of that is what kept him from tossing it into a large bin in their front yard. Something else did. He can't place it now - it felt like hours. Must have only been minutes. Gnats swarmed his face until he couldn't take it.
It's because he can't stomach throwing out resources they may need. The seemingly endless winter a reminder. Maruki's tendency to collect strays at the forefront. The only one outside of Akira they shared a mutual agreement about held tight in the palm of his hand. He doesn't care about them, but he won't share his shit when the time comes. When someone is inevitably unprepared, they'll have items to divvy out.
He half expects Maruki's to throw one of her many blankets on him after finding it forced to the back of some small, cramped corner.
But it's his own that falls on him. Familiar smell, texture, color, pattern - he stifles his annoyance at his bed being unmade. Barely swallows the irritation as he pulls the cover up to the middle of his chest and adjusts the pillow behind him.
It's temporary, after all. He'll take this back to his own room in a moment. ]
It hasn't been a priority, no. What purpose would that serve?