@memoryfeeβ was found on halloween.
even here, however, joshua finds home in his citizens, people tied to his version of shibuya-- he can sense them easily. a composer knew his works even in unfamiliar places-- and he finds himself drifting, closer, nearer.
who?Β
...ah.
... perhaps he shouldnβt be surprised.
his footsteps almost falter. they almost stop. he was no conductor-- it was not his job to continue this show despite his uneasiness. and yet... when else would he ever face his proxy again? they were destinied to meet some time.
itβs a familiar lilt of a name, a familiar arrogant act that lets him gain his footing somewhat. he doesnβt know what kind of reaction his presence will bring, though he could easily read his former proxyβs mind. but he was a fair god. a objective god-- haha, who was he kidding? even dear konishi would have laughed at the implication. objectivity was was subjective-- but one thing for sure was that he certainly was not to the boy heβd deemed his plaything for the most of 3 weeks.
a true ghost of the past. how spooky.
he gestures with the rather complicated starbucks order he has in his hand--Β pumpkin spice venti, half-whole milk, one quarter 1%, one quarter non-fat, extra hot, split quad shots (1 1/2 shots decaf, 2 1/2 shots regular), no foam latte, with whip, 2 packets of splenda, 1 sugar in the raw, a touch of vanilla syrup and 3 short sprinkles of cinnamon.Β
βNeku, arenβt you going to dress up for halloween? I thought you grew out of your antisocial phase in elementary. β
we worked on it, remember? what a wild ride that was!
