[The unfortunate thing about being so close to other people this week is the sharing of memories.
It's not a one way street.
You're with a group of guys, a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
[ as the memory fades up, gu yun ends up finding himself smiling. it's a soft thing that warms up his face - a gentler expression than he usually wears. ]
That's your family, isn't it? Quite the rowdy bunch.
[ it reminds him of being home, a little bit - maybe moreso of the black iron camp than it does of the marquis manor, but one of those has been his family for longer than the other. ]
[ gu yun snorts, to that, because he starts thinking about the teenager he sees the most - chang geng is not a very rowdy person - so the mental image is pretty funny. he does seem fond with it, though. ]
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Well, I suppose a little fiber never hurt anyone. [ haha. fond... ]
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[The unfortunate thing about being so close to other people this week is the sharing of memories.
It's not a one way street.
You're with a group of guys, a sense of familiarity and fondness runs through you. This is your place to belong. Their motorcycles are all there, by the side of the road. A blonde haired boy calls out to you and the rest of the guys, "Hey, check me out! This suit makes me look badass, right?"
You think he looks like a kid dressed up for his first piano recital, it's godawful. But you and the rest of the group nod, like you don't want to hurt his feelings.
The boy doesn't notice, he comes and stands right in front of you, hands proudly on his hips.
"All right, come and get a good shot o' me in this!"
"Whaddya need a picture of you in a suit like that for?" Seriously, there have to be better outfits than this awful ensemble.
"Well... y'know!" He's not giving you a straight answer, but he's insisting upon a picture. You can't bring yourself to deny him, and so you borrowed your father's old camera.
This thing is so old and you don't know how to use it. You hit the shutter and hope for the best.
"There. I took one. Happy?" He asked for a picture, you took one. It's over now, isn't it?
"C'mon, man! Don't just half-ass it!" He's whining and you're so fond of him that you don't really want to argue.
"I can't help it. I don't even know how to use the damn thing."]
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That's your family, isn't it? Quite the rowdy bunch.
[ it reminds him of being home, a little bit - maybe moreso of the black iron camp than it does of the marquis manor, but one of those has been his family for longer than the other. ]
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[They were close family, once. Before they all went their separate ways, and lead their different lives.]
We get together every once in a while for a big dinner these days.
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What are their names?
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Ryo, Nachi- [He lists out a name for each person in that memory.]
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anyway. nodding along. ] You said you only see each other every once in a while, now, is that right? The passing of time, or...?
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