A Gift Bag (Takashi Agera)
|A Gift Bag (Takashi Agera)|
|Date of Cutscene:||26 July 2016|
|Location:||Takashi's House/Ami's Apartment|
|Synopsis:||Takashi leaves a gift for Ami instead of risking another text.|
|Cast of Characters:||Takashi Agera|
Takashi, now free from various other concerns, from his own experimental progress to his Eclipse work, isn't in his lab, or Sunset Tower, for the first time in a while. Instead, he's allowed his mind to wander to other concerns. And by other concerns, he (as usual) means Ami Mizuno.
She was so... distinctly unlike herself in their last meeting, so much so he felt compelled to delay something they'd been planning. So much that it actually worried him. But at the same time - the distinct feeling like it was his fault wasn't going away. Maybe it was a little bit his fault. The experiment had gotten away. He'd protected her, but she wanted her friends protected, too - and therefore not attacked by shadows of themselves, wether that was the direct intent or not.
Dating someone who was in a group of people who'd been in your way since early on was complicated.
Not to say that genuinely dating anyone wasn't complicated either, or at least, it had proved to be incredibly so for Takashi each time he'd done so, each time it had been more than just a front, just doing it because that's what normal people do and Takashi had always been anything but normal.
He stared at his phone. They hadn't exchanged texts since that hug. He was barely sure she was around, really. She could be in Germany now for all he knew. That in itself showed the point of the problem. If she was hurting - even if it was his fault - shouldn't he do something? Anything? How do you help someone who's hurting because of friends you don't control, because of something you can't take back?
Shouldn't he have the power to make changes here as much as he'd have the power to make changes on greater scales? Was there any reason to pursue power if it couldn't be applied in situations like this, too?
It was maddeningly frustrating to Takashi, and he picked up the phone - nearly texting her before deleting the text. Writing it again. Deleting it. Nothing worked in text. He knew he was notoriously bad at texting, and he already felt like a man in the center of a minefield.
Throwing the phone up in the air and catching it, over and over again, thinking to himself. He was a genius. He was -the- genius of genuises, in his mind, so he should have some sort of solution to this. Something to make it better. He shouldn't have to wait, he should do some...
An idea forms, and Takashi sits up, pockets his phone, walks out the door with purpose.
A few hours later, a small gift bag, blue and filled with tissue paper, sits at the door of the Mizuno residence - the tag on it indicates it's intended for one Ami Mizuno.
Inside the bag is a simple little thing - a coffee cup (which Takashi would defend as a cocoa cup in this circumstance) and some coccoa mix, though closer inspection reveals it's from a very upscale chocolate shop tucked away in part of Uminari City (thanks to a web search). Still, it's far less ostentatious than his other gifts, and comes with a handwritten message. What Ami won't see is the sixteen drafts of this little note that got thrown out.
First, there's no dark energy in any of this, I promise. If the letter doesn't help, maybe the chocolate will. It's really good hot chocolate.
Secondly, I miss you. But I also want to give you space. But I don't know if that's helping or hurting. I guess I'm not very good at this relationship thing either, when it comes right down to it. But I am trying to do whatever is best for you. I just don't know what that is, so maybe you do. If you need me, I'm a text away - if you need me to stay away, I can keep doing that until you feel better. But I want you to know I'm still thinking of you in either case.
Lastly, wether or not you know it all the time, you're amazing. Even if you don't think so, I think so, and I will always believe it. And, I will always be at your side, if you wish, because as time goes on I've only become more sure that you're the ONLY person who can make me more amazing, and I hope I can do the same for you.
The coffee cup says simply 'cute enough to stop your heart, skilled enough to restart it' - as a reference to her medical school intent. He looks at the bag.
This is the sort of thing he's supposed to do, right? Give silly little meaningful gifts to try to pull someone out of a funk? He's not sure, honestly, and still wants to take the whole thing and hurl it somewhere far away, somewhere he doesn't have to try to make sense of all of the complicated feelings and emotions and chaos.
But he turns and leaves it there - he doesn't even jaunt through the Dusk Zone until well clear of her apartment, not wanting to leave negative energy residue around where it might be tracked or cause problems.