yuuki !
“O- Oh.” Yuuki paused for a moment, her arm loosened around his yet she still didn’t pull away because she didn’t want to feel as alone as she did now. “My husband and I would go to every different ice cream place in every town we would visit.” She said with a small smile on her face, looking down at the ground so that the taller male would only be able to see the crown of her head. “Especially when it was our anniversary. Since we were always on the road we always had ice cream every time we were on the road on our anniversary which was pretty much all the time. We didn’t really have a home.”
She had paused for a brief moment as she anxiously rubbed the back of her neck. She was nervous and her eyes had screamed for help even more as she didn’t dare to meet his gaze. She had no idea what to do with her hands so her solution was that she had started talking with them– always a bad habit of hers. “But my husband is dead now and today is our anniversary.” She had finally admitted as she nervously let her fingers intertwine with each other. “I guess I just don’t really want the tradition to die. I know, I guess it’s stupid but this is my first year here without him.”
“didn’t really have a home, huh?” jasper questioned, remembering back to the years he lived as an act of a traveling circus. “yeah, yeah i get that. you just kinda…make a home wherever you can, with whoever you can.” that was a nice thought, that she had a husband who essentially was her home. was that how he was with all of the people at the circus? technically, wherever they went, he went, and that was just home to him. the circus was home.
and then she let the bomb drop. “o-oh,” he said, feeling as though he was invading on them. “i’m…i’m sorry.” he suddenly felt bad, like it was unfair that he was alive while people like the woman before him has been left alone for a year, maybe even longer. jasper thought about it for a moment, chewing his bottom lip slightly. “i’ve got it. how about we eat as much ice cream as we can to honor him? we can try to have every flavor until we puke, how’s that sound?”










