A little bit, for Blue, because I am exhausted and this is all that is postable. barely that, but oh well.
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It didn't take long for Tezuka to get settled in. He had reservations for three months at a small bed and breakfast near a fairly quiet town, in a more secluded area; not one of the major tourist spots, which he was grateful for. He set up a routine, waking up early, going for a walk along the beach, having a light breakfast and then spending some time reading in the pleasant garden. Sometimes in the afternoon, he went out to play tourist after a fashion, sightsee or visit a historical location, but he couldn't manage a great deal of interest in anything.
It was a beautiful place, romantic and lovely, but Tezuka had very little interest in romance, either. He might have found it more appealing under different circumstances, but right now all it meant was that he couldn't play tennis, and it was difficult to see past that glaring fact to appreciate the sights. He avoided the beaches during the busiest parts of the day, because they were always full of people. In the evenings, he had a quiet dinner, walked along the beach again and did his best to keep to himself, content to watch rather than speak to anyone.
There was a nearby valley with hiking trails, several waterfalls of interest, and many other activities, but even on his restless days he didn't feel motivated to actually go out and do any of it.
He supposed it was depression of a sort, his lack of interest in anything, but enforced rest made him feel aimless, and it was not a comfortable feeling. To never play tennis again... what would he do if he couldn't? He'd never considered the possibility. He supposed, now, that he had plenty of time to think. Trouble was, he didn't want to think about that.
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It didn't take long for Tezuka to get settled in. He had reservations for three months at a small bed and breakfast near a fairly quiet town, in a more secluded area; not one of the major tourist spots, which he was grateful for. He set up a routine, waking up early, going for a walk along the beach, having a light breakfast and then spending some time reading in the pleasant garden. Sometimes in the afternoon, he went out to play tourist after a fashion, sightsee or visit a historical location, but he couldn't manage a great deal of interest in anything.
It was a beautiful place, romantic and lovely, but Tezuka had very little interest in romance, either. He might have found it more appealing under different circumstances, but right now all it meant was that he couldn't play tennis, and it was difficult to see past that glaring fact to appreciate the sights. He avoided the beaches during the busiest parts of the day, because they were always full of people. In the evenings, he had a quiet dinner, walked along the beach again and did his best to keep to himself, content to watch rather than speak to anyone.
There was a nearby valley with hiking trails, several waterfalls of interest, and many other activities, but even on his restless days he didn't feel motivated to actually go out and do any of it.
He supposed it was depression of a sort, his lack of interest in anything, but enforced rest made him feel aimless, and it was not a comfortable feeling. To never play tennis again... what would he do if he couldn't? He'd never considered the possibility. He supposed, now, that he had plenty of time to think. Trouble was, he didn't want to think about that.
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