[ Of course, Kokomi has no idea whatsoever that Gorou's brain is now telling him that he's blown it; to the contrary, whatever it is he thinks he's messed up, she is feeling the same way, telling herself that her selfishness in keeping him tied to such an important duty is what has led him to be in such a situation. Someone as kind-hearted and sweet as he is should have more chances than none, and it's with the guilt from that that she finds herself trying to focus on the goldfish and not... well, everything else.
After all, did he not bring her out here for her to clear her mind? She is doing him a disservice if she does not at least try to do that.
And so she quiets her thoughts and focuses.
Some of the fish are familiar to her, she notices, being endemic to her own waters, but there's one in particular she's never seen before— a type of medaka, based on its shape, but with a color the pale blue of Cryo. Kokomi narrows her attention in on that particular one, moving the net carefully through the water so as not to frighten it—
—Her first attempt has it spot her and dart out the way, but on her second movement of the net she's able to catch it, and when she does she greets it with a warm smile and a kiss on the nose before the stall-keeper puts it in a small glass bowl for her, and the bowl in a paper bag for carrying. ]
I am sorry for the size of your home, friend. [ She says it in a whisper as she straightens up, peering in at it. ] As soon as we return home, you will have oceans' worth of water in which to swim.
[ And then, as if bolstered somehow by the success— or perhaps by the new friend she's made, Kokomi turns back to Gorou. Her smile fades just a little, but this time holds true— and genuine, not like the fake one she wore before she played. ]
I am sorry to you also, General. I would never wish for your duty to take precedence over your ability to live a normal life. You have already given so much for Watatsumi Island. If you wish the time off, you need only ask.
[ She offers her arm to him again, a silent invitation for them to move to the next event on his internal schedule— after all, saying it out loud may take away from the rest of what she's just said. ]
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After all, did he not bring her out here for her to clear her mind? She is doing him a disservice if she does not at least try to do that.
And so she quiets her thoughts and focuses.
Some of the fish are familiar to her, she notices, being endemic to her own waters, but there's one in particular she's never seen before— a type of medaka, based on its shape, but with a color the pale blue of Cryo. Kokomi narrows her attention in on that particular one, moving the net carefully through the water so as not to frighten it—
—Her first attempt has it spot her and dart out the way, but on her second movement of the net she's able to catch it, and when she does she greets it with a warm smile and a kiss on the nose before the stall-keeper puts it in a small glass bowl for her, and the bowl in a paper bag for carrying. ]
I am sorry for the size of your home, friend. [ She says it in a whisper as she straightens up, peering in at it. ] As soon as we return home, you will have oceans' worth of water in which to swim.
[ And then, as if bolstered somehow by the success— or perhaps by the new friend she's made, Kokomi turns back to Gorou. Her smile fades just a little, but this time holds true— and genuine, not like the fake one she wore before she played. ]
I am sorry to you also, General. I would never wish for your duty to take precedence over your ability to live a normal life. You have already given so much for Watatsumi Island. If you wish the time off, you need only ask.
[ She offers her arm to him again, a silent invitation for them to move to the next event on his internal schedule— after all, saying it out loud may take away from the rest of what she's just said. ]