landfish

All I have so far:
It has been months since Asami has seen Hojo eating.

He finds he misses it - a feeling akin to his strange nostalgia for the days they were still eating rats, lizards, whatever they could catch. The desperation they had had back then was missing, but everything else remains curiously the same, a stage with a different setting; Hojo eating the grilled chicken off the skewer with tiny delicate bites, the thoughtful, almost considered, chewing, the lick of a tongue around the circumference of his lips for that last taste.

Asami thinks: it makes Hojo vulnerable to him, allowing him to see Hojo like this - more so than drinking or sleeping or fucking, and he has seen him through them all - somewhere in the back of his head, he has won at rock-paper-scissors again and Hojo is sharing the spoils, both their pale parchment skins painfully thin and chilled from the rain. Maybe it is the park, he thinks, looking up at the skeletal foliage, the dappled gravitas of late morning on a weekday, when Japan deigns not to remember her serene refugee camps from the bustle of the city. For all that the trees are different, the crunch of gravel under his feet is familiar, that of the brittle, dried out bones in shallow graves, and he thinks - in some ways, we never reached the border.
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(Have been spoilering myself with the back covers, dare not write too much until I know exactly what happens.)

Am not too busy. Have been saying "screw it" to stuff, like my MCAT classes, because I couldn't be arsed to go Thursday night, and I cannot be bothered to haul myself outside for four hours for Orgo today when I can do it myself in my room in between lab reports and readings and papers, and will prob miss tomorrow's too, as it is General Chemistry. Am more worried about internships for the summer. Want to be away from the college, preferably New York or Boston, am twitchy about my chances and is not helped by friends going off to interview for banking internships all the time (=_=)