Benjiro stops short in the hallway, looking into the dark room with the door half open next to his own from where Emiko cries. He looks down the hall, back to the room, then down the hall as though giving one more moment to see if his mother would be coming, then huffs softly and walks towards the kitchen rather than the bedroom. Benjiro seemed very set on going to his mother, but as he nears the end of the hallway, he slows and stops just beside a stack of boxes that keep him hidden from view of his mother as a look of uncertainty crosses his face. He stalls there, and listens as his hands come together to fidget.
His mother, a woman with black hair bundled neatly with a shorter stature, is standing at the counter with her back towards them, talking on the phone as she tends something on the stovetop, "-absolutely agree. It won't be much longer before we ship out to the States after all. .... Oh the packing is going well. I've been getting through quite a lot while he is busy at work getting all his projects transitioned to someone else. We're quite excited! .... No, I don't think so. Nothing ever phases him. I don't think Benjiro cares about anything except his books. .... Oh I remember. I was so relieved by the test results. If it weren't for that I was almost ready to sign him over."
Benjiro goes very still as he hears this from his mother, brow furrowing down as his hands tighten together. He blinks more quickly, looking at the carpet under his feet as the conversation continues.
The woman laughs after a small pause to listen, "Mmm you say that but I remember a certain someone talking about leaving her kids and eloping! .... Now that I understand why he's that way it's so much easier. He'll be able to do good things and make us proud. He'll just be one of those geniuses that stays alone and lives for his work. Which, well, that much will be his father's influence."
The child wilts at the shoulders and lingers as the conversation moves on to the logistics of the upcoming move to another country. It's a strong wail from Emiko that gets his attention off the floor, and he rubs at his eyes before he turns the corner around the box to call to his mother.
"Kaasan?"
To that, his mother turns to look over her shoulder, "Evelyn, just a second. - Benjiro, it's passed your bed time."
"But Emiko is crying and-"
"I can hear her. Be patient, and she'll quiet down. Just think about your math tables."
"But-"
"Bed. Now."
Benjiro closes his mouth in a hurry at her commanding tone, and he scurries from the kitchen quickly back towards his room.
Behind him in the kitchen his mother continues on the phone, "Sorry. Emiko is still uh..what's the word...a little colic, and Benjiro was complaining."
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His mother, a woman with black hair bundled neatly with a shorter stature, is standing at the counter with her back towards them, talking on the phone as she tends something on the stovetop, "-absolutely agree. It won't be much longer before we ship out to the States after all. .... Oh the packing is going well. I've been getting through quite a lot while he is busy at work getting all his projects transitioned to someone else. We're quite excited! .... No, I don't think so. Nothing ever phases him. I don't think Benjiro cares about anything except his books. .... Oh I remember. I was so relieved by the test results. If it weren't for that I was almost ready to sign him over."
Benjiro goes very still as he hears this from his mother, brow furrowing down as his hands tighten together. He blinks more quickly, looking at the carpet under his feet as the conversation continues.
The woman laughs after a small pause to listen, "Mmm you say that but I remember a certain someone talking about leaving her kids and eloping! .... Now that I understand why he's that way it's so much easier. He'll be able to do good things and make us proud. He'll just be one of those geniuses that stays alone and lives for his work. Which, well, that much will be his father's influence."
The child wilts at the shoulders and lingers as the conversation moves on to the logistics of the upcoming move to another country. It's a strong wail from Emiko that gets his attention off the floor, and he rubs at his eyes before he turns the corner around the box to call to his mother.
"Kaasan?"
To that, his mother turns to look over her shoulder, "Evelyn, just a second. - Benjiro, it's passed your bed time."
"But Emiko is crying and-"
"I can hear her. Be patient, and she'll quiet down. Just think about your math tables."
"But-"
"Bed. Now."
Benjiro closes his mouth in a hurry at her commanding tone, and he scurries from the kitchen quickly back towards his room.
Behind him in the kitchen his mother continues on the phone, "Sorry. Emiko is still uh..what's the word...a little colic, and Benjiro was complaining."