Momo reaches for the little package and peers through the paper. He gets a glimpse of the colorful candy (a luxury in this black-and-white town), and he tries to smile through the warm feeling that bubbles from the pit of his gut to the back of his throat.
It's sweet. Jion always is, despite his odds. It reminds Momo of Christmas when he was still starting out as a junior idol, when he didn't have two one-hundred yen coins to rub together for a satisfactory gift. Of the person in the photograph that's still sitting there on the table, smiling at a Christmas Market.
He must be getting old. He can feel the corner of his eyes stinging. ]
...This is really nice of you! Thanks, Jion.
[ His voice cracks somewhere between those syllables; he hates it, but the company is more welcome than he'd anticipated. ] You're so super-nice, you know that?
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This is really sweet.
Momo reaches for the little package and peers through the paper. He gets a glimpse of the colorful candy (a luxury in this black-and-white town), and he tries to smile through the warm feeling that bubbles from the pit of his gut to the back of his throat.
It's sweet. Jion always is, despite his odds. It reminds Momo of Christmas when he was still starting out as a junior idol, when he didn't have two one-hundred yen coins to rub together for a satisfactory gift. Of the person in the photograph that's still sitting there on the table, smiling at a Christmas Market.
He must be getting old. He can feel the corner of his eyes stinging. ]
...This is really nice of you! Thanks, Jion.
[ His voice cracks somewhere between those syllables; he hates it, but the company is more welcome than he'd anticipated. ] You're so super-nice, you know that?