The air in the bar was thick with the smell of spiced ale and woodsmoke. Ryota felt it cling to him, athe awakening he had lately. A piece of hairdye was still on his skull as he adjusted his scarf. At seventeen, he was a full head taller than he had been in the begin of this year. His voice an unpredictible instrument and the world.. The world had dramatically shifted. Colors were sharper, sounds louder, and the simple truths of childhood... Now felt as stable as mist.
Ryota had chosen the corner booth, shadowed and quiet. His fingers traced the swirls in the oak table, over and over, almost a desperate attempt to anchor himself. He had invited his old mentor Uzu... A familiar hand that may have hurt him in the past, but still... A small smile got to him as he thought about how he had met him. Pranking with the painting. Then again in his office... His hand halted and he sat down even further like a gremlin. Half hanging in the booth he was drinking a beer. He started, he didn't know if Uzu would show up or not. But he needed this. Would the man even recognize him?
[Topic for Uzu.]
Ryota had chosen the corner booth, shadowed and quiet. His fingers traced the swirls in the oak table, over and over, almost a desperate attempt to anchor himself. He had invited his old mentor Uzu... A familiar hand that may have hurt him in the past, but still... A small smile got to him as he thought about how he had met him. Pranking with the painting. Then again in his office... His hand halted and he sat down even further like a gremlin. Half hanging in the booth he was drinking a beer. He started, he didn't know if Uzu would show up or not. But he needed this. Would the man even recognize him?
[Topic for Uzu.]