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[Dec. 27, 2007][Suikoden] Necessary Repetition
Title: Necessary Repetition
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2007 "Eating outdoors one cold winter"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Hikusaak
Rating: G
"There's no reason you have to eat outside in the cold," the boy said, leaning his head out from behind the sliding door. "You can even eat with me if you want."
The man on the back porch did not answer. He continued to sip his steaming mug of jasmine tea and eat the lunch he had carried outside on the little tray.
The boy, his son, felt a little miffed. Was his father really going to ignore him so blatantly? "Papa, you should come inside," he repeated more firmly. He didn't want to step out into the chilled winter air, but if there was no alternative he would expose more than his face to the cold.
Hikusaak still did not respond, lost in whatever thoughts or dreams consumed his ancient mind. Sasarai didn't understand his father, but he assumed that must be common among boys of his age. He was only seven. Hikusaak with nearly five hundred. They were so far apart in many ways, connected largely by blood and circumstance.
Sasarai sighed. It didn't look like his father was going to budge without some stronger form of assistance. He stepped out, his small bare feet touching the icy wood. It stung his soles. He placed his hand on his father's shoulder and shook it gently, but urgently. "Papa, it's too cold. Come inside. Eat inside with me."
At last the chief priest responded, looking somewhat askance at his son, in the way that frightened Sasarai the most- that "I don't recognize you" way. It had happened before. Sometimes his father did not seem to know who he was.
"Papa," the boy said yet again, "Come inside."
Hikusaak nodded and steadied the cup on his tray, carrying it inside ahead of his son. Sasarai slid the door shut behind them. He sat back down on top of his bed and rubbed his hands together to warm them up with the friction. It didn't work half as well as he wished it did.
"It is much warmer in your room," his father admitted, placing the tray awkwardly on his son's messy desk.
Sasarai wasn't sure he wanted to talk to him now. He sighed, "Yeah, I tried to tell you that- plenty of times."
"You just wouldn't listen," he thought, but could not say.
Day/Theme: Dec. 27, 2007 "Eating outdoors one cold winter"
Series: Suikoden
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Hikusaak
Rating: G
"There's no reason you have to eat outside in the cold," the boy said, leaning his head out from behind the sliding door. "You can even eat with me if you want."
The man on the back porch did not answer. He continued to sip his steaming mug of jasmine tea and eat the lunch he had carried outside on the little tray.
The boy, his son, felt a little miffed. Was his father really going to ignore him so blatantly? "Papa, you should come inside," he repeated more firmly. He didn't want to step out into the chilled winter air, but if there was no alternative he would expose more than his face to the cold.
Hikusaak still did not respond, lost in whatever thoughts or dreams consumed his ancient mind. Sasarai didn't understand his father, but he assumed that must be common among boys of his age. He was only seven. Hikusaak with nearly five hundred. They were so far apart in many ways, connected largely by blood and circumstance.
Sasarai sighed. It didn't look like his father was going to budge without some stronger form of assistance. He stepped out, his small bare feet touching the icy wood. It stung his soles. He placed his hand on his father's shoulder and shook it gently, but urgently. "Papa, it's too cold. Come inside. Eat inside with me."
At last the chief priest responded, looking somewhat askance at his son, in the way that frightened Sasarai the most- that "I don't recognize you" way. It had happened before. Sometimes his father did not seem to know who he was.
"Papa," the boy said yet again, "Come inside."
Hikusaak nodded and steadied the cup on his tray, carrying it inside ahead of his son. Sasarai slid the door shut behind them. He sat back down on top of his bed and rubbed his hands together to warm them up with the friction. It didn't work half as well as he wished it did.
"It is much warmer in your room," his father admitted, placing the tray awkwardly on his son's messy desk.
Sasarai wasn't sure he wanted to talk to him now. He sighed, "Yeah, I tried to tell you that- plenty of times."
"You just wouldn't listen," he thought, but could not say.