@peftei // cont .
When the spin of the chair comes to a halt Hifumi is facing Jakurai once more, head tilted to the side as blond flops over his face to vaguely cover up the black stains of smudged eyeliner yet to be washed off — there wasn’t time. Running themselves ragged in preparation for their Battle coming soon...
...And none worked harder than Jakurai, who had lead them to victory once already.
THERE’S A FALTER / if you looked hard enough you might see under that halo, no more bright lights shading all that yellow rose / no more champagne - shots topped up or that Hennessey on his breath / ¥123,456,789 for a taste of him all yours for the night — he stares at Jakurai, watches him rub at those eyes, bites his lip... then perks up; I can’t fix it, but I can smile! ( Recalled arguments; The Doctor works so hard for us, stop being a nuisance to him! )
“I made rice~! With plenty of vegetables!” He hums after, pushing himself back on the wheeled chair ‘til he bumps into the table behind him, digging for his bag from which he produces two small boxes — one yellow, for him, and one purple, purchased specifically for Jakurai. “Doppo couldn’t come, but he wanted to— apparently he’s out of town selling stuff in Shibuya right now... impressive, huh? He works so hard~ Hey, Doc, no more work, it’ll get cold!”
