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thenearshore2017-06-18 02:14 pm
chickshades) wrote in thenearshore2017-06-18 02:14 pm
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Who: Bandou, Celestia, Shouhei, Niles & Totsuka
When: Throughout July 26th
Where: Various temples + private texts
What: It's always nice when you get memories of your family back.
"Saburouta, let me see your test."
"Ah," Bandou hears himself say as a sense of unease runs through him. He reaches out, handing a sheet of paper to his mother, who then passes it on to his father. "...I studied really hard for this one. It's the best I've done all year. The teacher said she was very impressed with my improv--"
He's cut off by his father, who's expression very clearly states that he's not in agreement with his son's teacher. "Why did you get this one wrong?"
"I..uh..."
"And this one, as well. This one, especially, should have been simple for you." The man looks towards another seated at the dinner table - Bandou's older brother, Niouta. The question is read off and Niouta only has to think a moment before he gives the correct answer. "See, your brother had no problem answering it, and it's been two years since he's had this class."
Bandou briefly lifts his eyes from where he's been staring down at his bowl to shoot a glare at his brother. That's when another speaks up. The eldest of the three sons, Ichiro, who's been home from studying abroad. He apparently feels it necessary to elaborate on the subject of the question, pointing out various ways the answer was obvious and could have been reached with little effort. Bandou looks back down to his bowl, muttering something under his breath.
"Stop it." There's a frustrated scolding from his mother, who's seated next to him. She's taking the opportunity provided by the other three conversing to speak quietly to her youngest son. "I'm tired of our dinners being ruined because you keep disappointing your father."
Bandou's face falls at his mother's words. It's obvious he's trying to hold back some tears as his eyes begin to turn red and glassy. "I'm sorry..." But she doesn't seem interested in his apology and shakes her head with a slight huff of irritation.
The remainder of the meal is spent discussing his brother's own exemplary grades, and Bandou remains quiet, absently swirling the broth around his bowl with his spoon. It doesn't seem appealing to eat anymore now that some tears have fallen into it.
When: Throughout July 26th
Where: Various temples + private texts
What: It's always nice when you get memories of your family back.
"Saburouta, let me see your test."
"Ah," Bandou hears himself say as a sense of unease runs through him. He reaches out, handing a sheet of paper to his mother, who then passes it on to his father. "...I studied really hard for this one. It's the best I've done all year. The teacher said she was very impressed with my improv--"
He's cut off by his father, who's expression very clearly states that he's not in agreement with his son's teacher. "Why did you get this one wrong?"
"I..uh..."
"And this one, as well. This one, especially, should have been simple for you." The man looks towards another seated at the dinner table - Bandou's older brother, Niouta. The question is read off and Niouta only has to think a moment before he gives the correct answer. "See, your brother had no problem answering it, and it's been two years since he's had this class."
Bandou briefly lifts his eyes from where he's been staring down at his bowl to shoot a glare at his brother. That's when another speaks up. The eldest of the three sons, Ichiro, who's been home from studying abroad. He apparently feels it necessary to elaborate on the subject of the question, pointing out various ways the answer was obvious and could have been reached with little effort. Bandou looks back down to his bowl, muttering something under his breath.
"Stop it." There's a frustrated scolding from his mother, who's seated next to him. She's taking the opportunity provided by the other three conversing to speak quietly to her youngest son. "I'm tired of our dinners being ruined because you keep disappointing your father."
Bandou's face falls at his mother's words. It's obvious he's trying to hold back some tears as his eyes begin to turn red and glassy. "I'm sorry..." But she doesn't seem interested in his apology and shakes her head with a slight huff of irritation.
The remainder of the meal is spent discussing his brother's own exemplary grades, and Bandou remains quiet, absently swirling the broth around his bowl with his spoon. It doesn't seem appealing to eat anymore now that some tears have fallen into it.