pslplz | Futureverse

"Of course."

Odd that he should go without it, but maybe he left it somewhere by accident. Mizuki makes the call, and as they wait for the authorities to arrive, he is finally able to think a little clearly and ask:

"What were you doing here, anyway?"

Rasu feels antsy waiting for the call to finish, like picking that run back up and circling the block or something. It's the adrenaline, a surge of energy of which very little was needed to fend off the threat. He settles instead for bouncing his heels in place while he waits for Mizuki to finish the call.

At the question, he flashes an awkward grin.

"Coming to try to get my wearable... Lucky thing I'm an airhead, huh?"

"Maybe this time," Mizuki says with a snort, but not unkindly. He's not one to ever say airheadedness is a lucky thing usually. He's quite particular, after all. This might be why their date didn't go so well. But today, he's grateful.

"Do you normally come charging in like that? He could've had a gun..."

A predictably diplomatic response from Mizuki. The man is much better organized than Rasu is, in life and mind alike. Rasu is glad for that.

"I know he could've! Why do you think I watched until he was out of sight? I..." He wasn't answering the question. He grimaces.

"In the moment, I wasn't thinking about stuff like that. I saw him push you to the ground and everything just. Happened..."

Rasu probably would've done the same for anybody. Even so, Mizuki feels oddly warmed by the whole thing.

"That's very noble of you. Stupid, but noble."

Rasu scoffs a laugh at that.

"Yeah... It was. Stupid, I mean." But he can't quite say he regrets being that flavor of stupid.

"So my turn: what were you doing still here? You know it's like 1 in the morning right? Just because I was optimistic enough to come out here on the chance you'd be here doesn't mean you should've proved it right."

"Nfu. I was working, obviously."

What else would he be doing at the studio at this hour?

"These edits don't get done by themselves."

"Well yeah, obviously. But-- ehhhh. You do sleep, right?" Rasu already knows Mizuki doesn't really have free time from their awkward date, but surely someone as together as he is ensures he satisfies all his body's basic needs? One look at him is enough to make clear he takes care of himself. One simply has to wonder where he finds the time to if this is really how late he works.

"Of course. I don't work all night or anything..."

Besides, he finds it odd coming from someone who came all the way out here at 1am to fetch his wearable. Or is being up at this hour a strange thing only if one is working?

The flickering blue and red lights indicate the arrival of the police, finally. Mizuki feels that slightly jittery sensation again, as he remembers why they were waiting here in the first place.

For once, Rasu thinks better of opening his mouth again. Partly because he can see the flashing lights of the approaching police officer.

The officer takes down notes of both their accounts while two others scour the location for bits of evidence-- including a scrape of Rasu's shoe. By the time they're free to go, it's after 2, and Rasu at least is ready to crash. He'd been about to go to bed when he remembered the wearable and it's only gotten later since.

"How far is your commute?" He asks. Not that it's going to make a difference to whether he carries out his earlier offer. He's just curious.

"It's north of the park. Just fifteen minutes on the monorail," Mizuki says with a tilt of his head. He wonders whether the delay with all the police matter has made Rasu change his mind about walking him home.

"Is that out of your way...?"

"Nah-- wouldn't matter even if it was." Technically it wasn't the same direction he needed to go in, but fifteen minutes was pretty quick. It's hard to call it out of his way when it isn't going to cause a big inconvenience, regardless of whether it would result in any backtracking.

"That's not too bad for a commute. Always nice when you don't have to travel far to work." Some people had pretty awful ones, easily exceeding an hour.

"Good. I mean, I'm glad." Even with the police looking for the perpetrator, he still felt uneasy being out in the world alone, knowing that the guy was still out there, somehow. Hopefully this was a passing feeling for just that night, because he prided himself on his independence.

"I will pay for your fare, of course," he says as they make their way out of the studio lot and turn toward the rail station down the block.

Rasu can't quite help a laugh.

"You don't have to be so formal! It's cool, I don't mind the fare. It's worth it." Easily.

"Although, I might beg for a bit of lenience if my feet fail to get the rest of me out of bed in the morning."

"I suppose I could reschedule your shoot to the afternoon," Mizuki says with exaggeration. Of course Rasu ought to take the morning. Mizuki can be a bit of a task-master when they have deadlines, but he can make exceptions in certain situations. And this one is most definitely a peculiar one.

He himself, will be there first thing. Not only because he's the director and has to oversee everything, but also because it's his way of getting over a trauma. It happens after break-ups, too. Some of his most productive times are after relationships end. He dives into the work and forgets everything else. Or tries to.

They reach the station and his feel automatically take them in the direction of his platform, up the east ramp.

Rasu grins. That almost sounds like a tease-- a welcomed one.

"Well that's very flexible of you. Much obliged."

It's a welcomed permission, too. Especially with his alarm getting left in the studio-- ironic after that special trip out so late at night just to try to get it back. But there were more important things to deal with.

He follows Mizuki up the ramp.

"I don't suppose you'll be doing the same for yourself?"

"No, I'm due back at the studio for special effects editing, and some other things." He makes a mental note to shift things around to the morning, having moved Rasu's shoot to later on.

"...what will you do with your morning off?"

What does Rasu do with his time off? He's not certain they really talked about such things in their date-gone-wrong.

The idea that he'd take the morning off but Mizuki wouldn't when Mizuki was the one attacked doesn't sit right with Rasu. It feels backwards, and he wonders if he shouldn't have asked after all. Without his alarm there was no way he'd be up in time, but maybe that was a pretty lame excuse. On the other hand, it wasn't just his alarm in that thing. No one would be able to call him, either.

"Sleep?" Rasu offered with a laugh, but he knows his extra time in bed will be more limited than he wishes, and shrugs.

"I'll probably take my dog for a run, get some breakfast and practice. I haven't done anything with my bo in a while-- I don't wanna get rusty."

Rasu will get a delivery later that morning via drone courier: the device he'd left behind at the studio, along with a package of cold pressed juices in fancy glass jars from an organic cafe that Mizuki sometimes stops into near work. The memo accompanying the delivery will simply say, 'Thank you. -Mizuki.'

"That sounds rather vigorous.." he says, for lack of a better word. "Is this the sort of thing that comes back to you, with practice?"

Rasu has to laugh a bit at the description.

"I think it's fun. It'll come back quick. You ever do anything like that? I mean not martial arts, obviously, but running, weights, stuff like that?"

Mizuki clearly keeps a trim form, but that's possibly just from a lean diet. He does have a rather tight schedule, so Rasu doesn't imagine there's much physical activity going on for the sake of leisure-- and perhaps not even much for the sake of exercise.

"Hn," Mizuki says with a slight raise of the eyebrow. Okay, so Mizuki isn't exactly a in fighting form, but was it that obvious?

"I play tennis, sometimes." He likes the sport. It's energizing, classy, strategic. An elegant sort of exercise, he thinks.

"But I haven't been on a court in a while."

"Oh yeah? That sounds fun, how long have you been playing?"

"Since junior high," Mizuki replies, with a slightly proud nod. Like with everything he endeavors, he put effort into it, and it paid off - sort of. His team did quite well, if not as well as he might have aspired.

"Do you play?"

Junior high! That would be well over a decade. Mizuki must be pretty good to have that much experience.

"Never tried!" He exclaims with a laugh. "I could see myself having fun with it, though. What do you like about it?"

"It takes some bit of skill and athleticism," he says, putting a finger on his chin with a thoughtful expression.

"I can show you how to play sometime, if you like," he finds himself saying.

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