[there's a way he says things sometimes that still sound like doctor's orders - but he couples them with a smile, to make it less authoritative. he also gestures Doppo into the living room, where the sofa he'd been sitting on has a blanket that can help warm him up while Jakurai lets the water boil.
he can read the loneliness like an illness, knows the lines between solitude and an absence. and if Doppo was to come over, even if he brought nothing but himself, then it is Jakurai's responsibility (and, he'll admit, something of a fondness) to take care of it. the key Doppo has is meant to be used, the same way anything else is.
tea is fast, and if Doppo's hungry, then they can go to the soup, but first things first. it's not long before Jakurai is pressing a mug into his hands, taking up his own seat again, but with the book abandoned.]
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[there's a way he says things sometimes that still sound like doctor's orders - but he couples them with a smile, to make it less authoritative. he also gestures Doppo into the living room, where the sofa he'd been sitting on has a blanket that can help warm him up while Jakurai lets the water boil.
he can read the loneliness like an illness, knows the lines between solitude and an absence. and if Doppo was to come over, even if he brought nothing but himself, then it is Jakurai's responsibility (and, he'll admit, something of a fondness) to take care of it. the key Doppo has is meant to be used, the same way anything else is.
tea is fast, and if Doppo's hungry, then they can go to the soup, but first things first. it's not long before Jakurai is pressing a mug into his hands, taking up his own seat again, but with the book abandoned.]
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