#kouta01

superorangeshogun

[ Ω ]—— His current situation doesn’t allow for a chance to make a new garden from scratch. The district he’s been assigned to lacks room, and in the middle of all those old dusty books, he doubts his plants would last long. Shouichi looks nonetheless enlightened by the sight of all those colorful vegetables exposed in this grocery shop. He can’t help grabbing this or that piece, undecided of which ones he’s going to buy with the small funds he possesses.

      A hand reaches out for one of the most vividly colored oranges in the shelf... but someone beats him to it. Before he knows it, Shouichi is now holding the hand of the perpetrator who’’s grabbed the orange first. He blinks, turning to see a man who looks to be his age, staring right back at him.

Well, here he was again. Gentaro wasn't too good with time, but it had been a while, he knew. Grinning, the boy stepped out into the sunlight, looking around him. "Ahh, I can feel it in my heart-- The anticipation of a new start, new connections to be made!" Inhaling a deep breath of city air, he nodded to himself. This place, it was full of possibility!

Unable to help himself, Gentaro knelt, then sprang to his feet, arms pumping excitedly. "Kisaragi... is heeeere!" And someone was right here behind him, apparently, because one of his fists connected directly with some poor stranger's face. Spinning in surprise, Gentaro's mouth dropped open.