Seeing his secret forwarded to him was a major kick in the gut, but perhaps that’s an understatement — considering how important it was to keep the content a secret. It’s something very important to him, something he’s been trying to hide for a very,very long time… and it seems to have been especially haunting him here. He thought the chances of this secret getting out were gone the second those chairs were, but unfortunately, from the words of MonoManu, he learned that someone already knows that secret now — and with the message he just received, he has a feeling he knows who.
His hands waver, when typing a response to Takashi. So, this was it, huh? Everything I’ve built is going to come crashing down right in front of my face, isn’t it? Hahaha… shit…
[hideki > takashi] eh? oh, sure thing~!
[hideki > takashi] hey… by the way… i don’t think i have your secret. and besides… secrets are secrets for a reason, you know.
[hideki > takashi] don’t share the secret you have. i think that’s a bad idea.
The last message comes out as a threat — apparently when he’s desperate, he chooses fight rather than flight. It’s only when he sends it, that he realizes it was a terrible, terrible idea, especially if he wants his secret safe — but it’s not like he can take it back now.
He sits on his bed for a few long beats of silence, before he takes his long trek to the kitchen in equal silence. The time he takes walking is spent with him trying to calm his nerves to the best of his ability — but it didn’t do much, evident by his shaky words when he finally enters the kitchen.
"T-Tak… ahem. Takashi-san…?
I'm normally so self-conscious about my health, Takashi thought as he drank his fourth can of root beer in the kitchen, drinking it there to prevent publicly displaying his humiliating state in a more busy area such as the lounge or the dining hall. Takashi hated himself. After his second soda he'd given up on convincing himself that he was a subject of teenage angst. That wasn't the case; he'd done something terrible and now the past was catching up to him.
His nervousness was audible in the rapid tapping of his fingers on the can. His mind was busy being occupied by anything to bide his time until Hideki arrived, such as why the soda was canned. Yes, it is a low-cost, easy-to-store way to manage your stock of soft drinks, but they were on the moon. How many hundreds of thousands went into research to make sure that special moon cans could withstand the atmospheric pressure. Or perhaps the artificial environment was made to be 'sudz-friendly'. With that in mind, what kind of-
"Oh, Hideki!" Takashi rolled his back out of it's slump and strolled toward the one who he had a lot of choice words to say to. Unlike last time, however, these were well thought out and not purposed to insult his listeners intelligence (at least not intentionally). Hideki's hand was snatched by his, removing any choice Hideki had in the matter of this handshake.
"Listen, Hideki. I am so sorry about the way I treated you during the last trial. You were right on every point I was wrong on and- well, I'm man enough to admit where I've faltered. I mean- nevermind. Anyways!" He released Hideki began to reach for his ID card, the one that mattered, not the one clipped to his coat which he barely felt worthy of. Bah! Pull yourself together, Takashi!
"You should have an idea on why I asked you to come here. Obviously it's because of the motive, but I meant why I texted you specifically about this. Haha. Trust me, it's not like I did to everyone and you're just the only one who bothered to respond." He sighed and scratched his sulking skull "I...uh, well I hoped... uh..."
