Shinjiro looks at the color-coded packets, turning them over in his hands, holding them up to the light, anything that might reveal some kind of clue as to how they're related to the tea.]
Tch. Squat.
[He tips out a couple of the seeds into his palm to try to examine them as well, but as far as he can tell, they just look ordinary???]
Maybe you're supposed to plant 'em? Some kinda ... bullshit circle of life metaphor or some shit. I dunno.
(He cranes his neck and tries to look. The writing is so faded that the only clue they have is the colors of the packets.)
And wait a whole season...?
(Like this? He sounds disappointed, like a child hearing he has to do something boring but really, he's frustrated. He can't stay like this for a season. He'll surely break apart by then.)
Most medicine comes from plants. (There are some traditional medicines that can come from animals but most are from plants.) Flowers, leaves, roots, bark, and even seeds...
(With bandaged fingers, he reaches out to clumsily take one and hold it up. There's no compulsion to consume it. If compulsion was an effect of something dangerous like the tea, could this be a safer option...? Or "nothing?")
I don't want to eat it. It must be safe then, right?
[Shinjiro cringes just faintly at 'wait a whole season', because no, that's not a good solution at all, it's just. The best he could think of.
But then the other man comes up with another idea, and ... well. There's only really two possibilities, here. It'll fix things, or it'll make them worse. And when even the worst-case scenario means waking back up on the train the next day...ugh. He's not entirely unaware of the hypocrisy to the thought that it's probably better than doing nothing and wasting away slowly, but things like this always seem to matter less when they're about him than others.]
...Who knows. ["Maybe that's what they want you to think", etc.] But if it's a choice between death and maybe-not-death, not like you can really go wrong tryin' it.
(Eyes linger on the seed, his expression thoughtful and curiously at peace despite the situation. It's hard to read. Is he worried or not? )
I'm Tsurumaru.
(In all of this, he'd never introduced himself and now seems like the best time. Unprompted, at a sudden time, without any further explanation. And he reaches to take some more of the seeds from Shinjiro,)
I wonder what other surprises will await me today. (He looks over at Shinjiro, a calm smile on his face,) I hope its fun.
(Suddenly, he tosses the seeds into his mouth and swallows.)
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Shinjiro looks at the color-coded packets, turning them over in his hands, holding them up to the light, anything that might reveal some kind of clue as to how they're related to the tea.]
Tch. Squat.
[He tips out a couple of the seeds into his palm to try to examine them as well, but as far as he can tell, they just look ordinary???]
Maybe you're supposed to plant 'em? Some kinda ... bullshit circle of life metaphor or some shit. I dunno.
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(He cranes his neck and tries to look. The writing is so faded that the only clue they have is the colors of the packets.)
And wait a whole season...?
(Like this? He sounds disappointed, like a child hearing he has to do something boring but really, he's frustrated. He can't stay like this for a season. He'll surely break apart by then.)
Most medicine comes from plants. (There are some traditional medicines that can come from animals but most are from plants.) Flowers, leaves, roots, bark, and even seeds...
(With bandaged fingers, he reaches out to clumsily take one and hold it up. There's no compulsion to consume it. If compulsion was an effect of something dangerous like the tea, could this be a safer option...? Or "nothing?")
I don't want to eat it. It must be safe then, right?
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But then the other man comes up with another idea, and ... well. There's only really two possibilities, here. It'll fix things, or it'll make them worse. And when even the worst-case scenario means waking back up on the train the next day...ugh. He's not entirely unaware of the hypocrisy to the thought that it's probably better than doing nothing and wasting away slowly, but things like this always seem to matter less when they're about him than others.]
...Who knows. ["Maybe that's what they want you to think", etc.] But if it's a choice between death and maybe-not-death, not like you can really go wrong tryin' it.
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I'm Tsurumaru.
(In all of this, he'd never introduced himself and now seems like the best time. Unprompted, at a sudden time, without any further explanation. And he reaches to take some more of the seeds from Shinjiro,)
I wonder what other surprises will await me today. (He looks over at Shinjiro, a calm smile on his face,) I hope its fun.
(Suddenly, he tosses the seeds into his mouth and swallows.)