[...He says it... Sort of regrets saying it... But sticks to his convictions. He said it, now he has to own it. Don't show Goro any signs of weakness.]
I used to have a crush on you, [he decides to confess, starting off to the shaved ice for real this time.] But I don't strive for the completely disinterested, which you seemed to be then and what you certainly are now.
[Disinterested in everything but like, trolling him, which he's gotten used to returning fire on. But not particularly interested in the flirty sense.]
But you do fall under the "bad boy" umbrella I like still.
[...What the hell is all of that sincerity? They're just supposed to be getting shaved ice and making a damn wish, not... Any of this.]
I've considered it before.
[He'll let that sit in the air for a moment.]
Sometimes, especially when you're like this, you're pretty cute. If you wanted to go on a couple of dates, I probably wouldn't say no. But most of the time, I can't even tell what you're thinking, and...
[Well, he's pretty good at messing up the good things he has anyway. No need for him to get in a relationship and mess things up.]
[... Oh. That's-- that's flattering, even if he's not sure about the "especially when you're like this" part of it, and Goro can't stop the red creeping up his neck.]
Um, thank you. And I will. I just... can't read him sometimes, it makes it hard to know how to act. Around him, I mean.
[Which probably means he shouldn't act at all? But that's tough. Goro isn't someone that his crush would probably be into anyway, not at the heart of the matter, and he seems to react well to the #politeboy routine so that's another sign...]
Well, don't worry if it's selfish or not. Tanabata's the sort of festival for that kind of thing -- but having wishes for other people aren't uncommon either, if you want to put something up with someone in mind.
[He touches the slip in his sash meaningfully, put there for safekeeping.]
I should really return my mother's sentiment, but... I'm probably going to wish selfishly this year.
[It takes a blank moment for him to realize the "him" Silver's talking about and he stares at his blue... actually it's a grey hawaiian isn't it, jesus christ, this is the least aesthetically pleasing yet tasty thing.]
That would be something good to wish for, [selfish as can be too,] but I don't need the gods' help with that. I'm going to do it on my own.
[No wishes, no pleading for any higher being's help, just himself.]
It isn't like they've been much of a guiding presence in my life so far, after all, even if...
[That's the exact reason why Silver's stuck on what to wish for, really; anything he wants to accomplish, he wants to accomplish himself. It's better to rely on his own skills and owe nothing to anyone.]
Even if what? Did the gods look favorably on you once?
Um. It's... kind of odd, actually, but the person I like...
[... God, this is so. Weird. Let him poke through his ice a bit before he replies.]
We share the same visions. I don't know if I should call it favorable, since we're of opposing opinions in it, but I can't help but be a little excited regardless. It does, however, make them very much real, and I'm soured that the other me is a detective with rising popularity to the point of several TV interviews.
[also, it takes place back in japan. if he'd stayed there, would he be famous? but recolle has been so nice (to an extent). he hope the visions remain like... Nice ones.]
[...That gets Silver to pause for a moment. He isn't jealous, but hearing it like that makes him consider the fact that he has no idea about how... Anyone in his memories is doing, really. Are they dead? Are they somewhere around the city? It's unsettling to think about.]
Don't get too jealous until you know the whole story. Everything in those memories is already set in stone, but you can make whatever you want out of yourself.
[There's something in his expression that doesn't quite match his words.]
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[...He says it... Sort of regrets saying it... But sticks to his convictions. He said it, now he has to own it. Don't show Goro any signs of weakness.]
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Do you... want to be?
[Is that the true reason of Silver's easy agreements. Not free food, but being around a crush? Because Goro understands.]
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Not even a little.
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I used to have a crush on you, [he decides to confess, starting off to the shaved ice for real this time.] But I don't strive for the completely disinterested, which you seemed to be then and what you certainly are now.
[Disinterested in everything but like, trolling him, which he's gotten used to returning fire on. But not particularly interested in the flirty sense.]
But you do fall under the "bad boy" umbrella I like still.
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I've considered it before.
[He'll let that sit in the air for a moment.]
Sometimes, especially when you're like this, you're pretty cute. If you wanted to go on a couple of dates, I probably wouldn't say no. But most of the time, I can't even tell what you're thinking, and...
[Well, he's pretty good at messing up the good things he has anyway. No need for him to get in a relationship and mess things up.]
You've got your crush anyway. Aim big.
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Um, thank you. And I will. I just... can't read him sometimes, it makes it hard to know how to act. Around him, I mean.
[Which probably means he shouldn't act at all? But that's tough. Goro isn't someone that his crush would probably be into anyway, not at the heart of the matter, and he seems to react well to the #politeboy routine so that's another sign...]
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[...That's both entirely too sentimental and not nearly enough. What else is he supposed to say?]
If they turn out to be a jerk, I'll beat them up for you. You can keep a clean record.
[The last part's said jokingly, but the rest is sincere.]
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I have my reasons. [Simple, to the point.] I'm glad I invited you out, Silver, it's proven to be very...
[... sentimental, oddly nice, interesting...]
Well, I'm glad. You're cute when you're like this too.
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[His protests are week. His embarrassment is strong. What the hell does he say to solidify his jerkitude?]
Where's my shaved ice?
[That works.]
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[...Being second best isn't too bad.]
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And now we just need to take care of our wishes... [Mmm. Delicious.] Do you have an idea for what you want to write?
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[Pina colada isn't exactly his first pick, but it's free, it's tasty, and he's not complaining.]
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[He touches the slip in his sash meaningfully, put there for safekeeping.]
I should really return my mother's sentiment, but... I'm probably going to wish selfishly this year.
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>What did your mom wish for?
>What did you wish for?
>Something stupid]
You're going to wish for another season of Sherlock Shacks, right?
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[Munch munch.]
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>It's about your detective work, right?
>You want to find him, don't you?
>Do you have a wish about your mom?]
You want to find him, don't you?
[Who he's talking about goes without saying. His expression is fairly neutral, but his tone's gentler.]
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That would be something good to wish for, [selfish as can be too,] but I don't need the gods' help with that. I'm going to do it on my own.
[No wishes, no pleading for any higher being's help, just himself.]
It isn't like they've been much of a guiding presence in my life so far, after all, even if...
[... He looks pensive. Pry?]
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Even if what? Did the gods look favorably on you once?
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[... God, this is so. Weird. Let him poke through his ice a bit before he replies.]
We share the same visions. I don't know if I should call it favorable, since we're of opposing opinions in it, but I can't help but be a little excited regardless. It does, however, make them very much real, and I'm soured that the other me is a detective with rising popularity to the point of several TV interviews.
[also, it takes place back in japan. if he'd stayed there, would he be famous? but recolle has been so nice (to an extent). he hope the visions remain like... Nice ones.]
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Don't get too jealous until you know the whole story. Everything in those memories is already set in stone, but you can make whatever you want out of yourself.
[There's something in his expression that doesn't quite match his words.]
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I suppose so. It's good advice, anyway, if something happens that I don't like.
[... Does he want to... pry... Can he? He can, can't he? Yeah.]
What about you? Are you jealous of yours?
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[There's so much more to it than that and he knows it, but that's all he offers for now as he digs into his shaved ice.]
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So rather than either, he takes a huge bite- yes, bite- into his shaved ice and finds somewhere else to look.]
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