[ Rosho pulls out what seems to be a piece of cloth from his back pocket, but wouldn't you know it, as expected of someone like him, he unravels it to open up the little reusable shopping bag he likes to keep around for emergencies. One can never be too prepared. He tucks the bowls safely in the bag but puts them aside on the counter for the time being. It'll make it easier to focus on the conversation.
He looks at Ichiro, and his guilt resurfaces. He's grilling this poor boy about something that doesn't even involve him so to say and yet Rosho can't bring himself to give up on his selfish sort of interrogation. He'll have to make it up to him somehow, however he can. Taking a deep breath, he begins. ]
Its been hard for me to be okay with the fact that there are lots of things about Sasara that I don't know. Especially things that he could easily tell me about, but he just doesn't. I understand why at least. So when he finally let me know that he left Osaka and went to Tokyo for a while, it surprised me, but I knew why he never said anything about it. It'd been after we broke up our duo and stopped doing comedy together. We completely stopped talking. And so, him wanting to go somewhere else... I get it. But other than that, I have no idea what ever happened to him while he was gone.
[ Ichiro can assuredly get where this is going but Rosho is trying to hold himself back. All the questions running in his head, the ones that are always there when he looks at Sasara, he can't stop them. But then he thinks about how unfair it is for him to trample over his partner's concern for him like this, going behind his back to ask about his past when maybe, he carries around so many unpleasant memories that he couldn't bear for Rosho to know about them. He wants to carry the burden with him, but maybe he's just not strong enough. Maybe he's not meant to. Who's to decide that? ]
I think about him being there all by himself, after what'd happened, knowing now how it affected him, and...
[ He wrings his hands together nervously. One at a time, take this one at a time. Whats the thing that matters to him the most? If he just needed to know one thing. ]
At the time that you met him, what... what was Sasara like?
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He looks at Ichiro, and his guilt resurfaces. He's grilling this poor boy about something that doesn't even involve him so to say and yet Rosho can't bring himself to give up on his selfish sort of interrogation. He'll have to make it up to him somehow, however he can. Taking a deep breath, he begins. ]
Its been hard for me to be okay with the fact that there are lots of things about Sasara that I don't know. Especially things that he could easily tell me about, but he just doesn't. I understand why at least. So when he finally let me know that he left Osaka and went to Tokyo for a while, it surprised me, but I knew why he never said anything about it. It'd been after we broke up our duo and stopped doing comedy together. We completely stopped talking. And so, him wanting to go somewhere else... I get it. But other than that, I have no idea what ever happened to him while he was gone.
[ Ichiro can assuredly get where this is going but Rosho is trying to hold himself back. All the questions running in his head, the ones that are always there when he looks at Sasara, he can't stop them. But then he thinks about how unfair it is for him to trample over his partner's concern for him like this, going behind his back to ask about his past when maybe, he carries around so many unpleasant memories that he couldn't bear for Rosho to know about them. He wants to carry the burden with him, but maybe he's just not strong enough. Maybe he's not meant to. Who's to decide that? ]
I think about him being there all by himself, after what'd happened, knowing now how it affected him, and...
[ He wrings his hands together nervously. One at a time, take this one at a time. Whats the thing that matters to him the most? If he just needed to know one thing. ]
At the time that you met him, what... what was Sasara like?