Ouroboros
District Kappa was entirely new to him, and to Haruka too, it seemed. The bustling trade center was accessed through a special hub in the Culture Sector, and it had been Shintaro’s idea to get away for a while so that they had a chance to just...breathe.
He wanted to avoid Ayano’s apologetic gaze for a time in truth; he didn’t know why Haruka decided to come along, but when he’d asked where he was going, Shintaro had simply thrown him the spare helmet to his bike in silent invitation. (He’d accepted.)
A carriage ride...how pretentious. Shintaro folded his arms and leaned back, grateful that they were the only ones on this particular coach.
Just the two of them again, it seemed. Haruka had a strange way of making these circumstances come about. Now that he really had the time to give him a good look, Haruka looked as if he was...well, he looked like a lot of things.
“So. What’s up?” He asked at length. “Sorry for being a little...” His fingers dug into his arms. “Reclusive lately.”
