[and maybe twenty minutes later, right before she's getting ready to board, she shoots off another text. this one she's not going to respond to or acknowledge under any circumstance.]
It was a lot, by the way. I missed you a whole fucking lot.
[That kind of rare admission from Hazel is one Josuke knows better than to respond to. Instead, he'll keep quiet about it, safeguard the text, and probably never delete it from his phone.
By the time her train should be arriving, he'll be sitting outside the station near the platform, waiting for her just like he promised. And perhaps looking a little sleepier than he means to, but he's got a hot cup of coffee in his hands and it's helping! Somewhat.]
[the train pulls in relatively on time, which Hazel is infinitely thankful for. she can't tired physically, but mentally she's a little burnt out on all this roadtripping and people in close quarters. it's starting to remind her too much of home.
she lingers just outside the doors as the crowd pours around her, balancing a big paper bag while she shoves a bookmark into a pretty thick paperback that disappears into her messenger bag. is that all the luggage she brought on this trip? apparently so. some old habits died pretty hard.
it's not all that hard to spot Josuke once she actually starts looking for him. she's pretty sure that he doesn't see her yet, which means Hazel feels safe enough to smile for a moment or two before starting over. hopefully he didn't nod off by the time she got there.]
[Josuke manages not to nod off, but only because he's in public and because there are a surprising amount of people climbing off the train that's pulled in and others looking to board the next train out of the station. Which means his eyes are scouring the crowd...
But he doesn't see Hazel, not right away. Not until he bothers to take a sip of his coffee and then stand up, peering over some of the shorter heads in view, and around some of the taller ones. Only then is he able to pick out that familiar face standing a lot closer to him than he knew.
His smile, unlike hers, is not hidden at all.]
You made it!
[He'll squeeze past a few people and approach Hazel only to slow down and look at what she's carrying. And what she doesn't have with her. And then he makes a face.]
How the hell could they lose anything? Trains don't check your luggage!
[her cheeks puff out briefly, but she's too happy to see him to really follow through with the facetious outrage. it slides away before she's even finished her sentence, although she does sassily jut her hip out anyway; it makes for a good place to balance the paper bag.]
Besides, maybe I've got more than you realize and you're just hallucinating because you're so tired. It's pretty late.
[which is to say, she appreciates him coming out here and is grateful that he even managed to be awake and alert when she arrived.]
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THANKS A LOT
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ya well ur welcome
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except im hanging up now. be seeing u soon.
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It was a lot, by the way. I missed you a whole fucking lot.
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By the time her train should be arriving, he'll be sitting outside the station near the platform, waiting for her just like he promised. And perhaps looking a little sleepier than he means to, but he's got a hot cup of coffee in his hands and it's helping! Somewhat.]
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she lingers just outside the doors as the crowd pours around her, balancing a big paper bag while she shoves a bookmark into a pretty thick paperback that disappears into her messenger bag. is that all the luggage she brought on this trip? apparently so. some old habits died pretty hard.
it's not all that hard to spot Josuke once she actually starts looking for him. she's pretty sure that he doesn't see her yet, which means Hazel feels safe enough to smile for a moment or two before starting over. hopefully he didn't nod off by the time she got there.]
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But he doesn't see Hazel, not right away. Not until he bothers to take a sip of his coffee and then stand up, peering over some of the shorter heads in view, and around some of the taller ones. Only then is he able to pick out that familiar face standing a lot closer to him than he knew.
His smile, unlike hers, is not hidden at all.]
You made it!
[He'll squeeze past a few people and approach Hazel only to slow down and look at what she's carrying. And what she doesn't have with her. And then he makes a face.]
Did they lose your bags?!
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[her cheeks puff out briefly, but she's too happy to see him to really follow through with the facetious outrage. it slides away before she's even finished her sentence, although she does sassily jut her hip out anyway; it makes for a good place to balance the paper bag.]
Besides, maybe I've got more than you realize and you're just hallucinating because you're so tired. It's pretty late.
[which is to say, she appreciates him coming out here and is grateful that he even managed to be awake and alert when she arrived.]
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