Toshio Ozaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sotobas_lot) wrote2012-03-27 05:54 pm
sotobas_lot) wrote2012-03-27 05:54 pm
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[Nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. Click after click, with as many haphazard groups as have been pulled together by whatever virus the community's returned in full force with, she's nowhere, not on some other world deluded into being in love, not commenting on anybody else's situation... He slumps back into his chair. His jaw shivers with building tension, blinking too quickly, too many times.
He hasn't even noticed the green haired woman behind him. She stares as if sensing it's an inopportune moment, but still not certain why he's browsing the internet rather than working. She can't very well hold it against him to take a few minutes for himself, but it's still unusual behavior.
It's not until a choked noise that sounds close to a muffled sob strains through his teeth that she clears her throat.
He quickly, with the stereotypical jerk of one surprised by an audience, sits and sloppily runs his sleeve over his eyes. It's too quick a reflex to pass off as anything but wiping his eyes, which leaves him at something of a loss for words when he turns to face her.
Her shuolders fall, but she puts on a smile which then falters into a serious, concerned expression.]
Doctor...
It's nothing... [Of course she isn't buying it.] I'm.. it's all right.
[After a short moment which seems like an endless, inquisitive stare, she accepts it as a lie and bows.] Yes. Excuse me...
[He turns back to the camera with a self derrisive snort. He's sure she's assuming it's about his wife. That's just another layer on top of everything.]
I haven't even mourned my own wife yet... Hn. How pathetic...
He hasn't even noticed the green haired woman behind him. She stares as if sensing it's an inopportune moment, but still not certain why he's browsing the internet rather than working. She can't very well hold it against him to take a few minutes for himself, but it's still unusual behavior.
It's not until a choked noise that sounds close to a muffled sob strains through his teeth that she clears her throat.
He quickly, with the stereotypical jerk of one surprised by an audience, sits and sloppily runs his sleeve over his eyes. It's too quick a reflex to pass off as anything but wiping his eyes, which leaves him at something of a loss for words when he turns to face her.
Her shuolders fall, but she puts on a smile which then falters into a serious, concerned expression.]
Doctor...
It's nothing... [Of course she isn't buying it.] I'm.. it's all right.
[After a short moment which seems like an endless, inquisitive stare, she accepts it as a lie and bows.] Yes. Excuse me...
[He turns back to the camera with a self derrisive snort. He's sure she's assuming it's about his wife. That's just another layer on top of everything.]
I haven't even mourned my own wife yet... Hn. How pathetic...