#roots .. post war

“ .. Good. But ya need to do better at it I think. You need to be staying closer to home, Kubo. ” Of course he takes it upon himself to keep track of him and Prince, and Prince was in the confines of a hospital as far as he knew. Too much going on for his comfort. “ I’s not safe for you. ”  

Ah yes, he can’t take one step without flashing festive lights in his face. 

Now how long is he going to have to play so rough? He might be rock type, but he ain’t as hardy as his new friend’s Stakataka. This was suppose to help him get stronger .. but the low whines said otherwise. His Stakataka friend paused to look back at Ujiyasu observing in the background.

“ Alrigh’. Break from trainin’ .. but we pick up in five. We don’ get better by sittin’ around. ”

Grey vc : I mean to be fair, if we really wanted to make this work we could. I'm not against masculine. 

“ ...”

“ Hah....haah! You know what? ”

 “ .. Blue is a nice color. ”

Certainly a change of bleach white. Good thing. Being in not nearly as long as this kid, and he wishes to never have to go back. He’d have rather bled to death from the bullet wound he took. Surely Prince had the same reservations. That’s why he’s here. 

Company begets wandering thoughts.

“ You’re not gonna stay in ‘ere forever, but damn is this boring. ” He extends a hand to see if he can pat the Swadloon on his lap. “ Can you break out of this place? ” And he notices what that sounds like. He gives a laughing snort.

“ Not like that .. again. I mean, they letcha out every now an’ then to walk aroun’ or go get uh ..that fluffy coffee stuff? ”

How to explain the humiliation and shame that marred his body with new scars? Or how the images of war and sleepless violent nights since their last meetup made his body and mind heavy and weary? Ujiyasu looked like he was bearing the weight of the world; the shell of something once proud. Would it not be for his shikomizue staff his war-torn body would give into itself from weakness.

“ Mm ..? The gunshot wound? .. Oh ! ” And the grim frown he bore broke just to give a light laugh. He nearly forgot about that ..! After all that’s happened it felt like scratch of all things. He takes a hand to pat down his chest where the scar laid. “ You think a gun can kill me, boy? If anything I wanted to get out the next hour it happened. Being trapped in those bleached white prisons .. i’s worse then the gunshot wound itself I think. ”

“ No, no. I’m more concerned about you. ” Save the talk about the war and his fugitive status later. This was about Kubo. “ Good boy, steering away from alleyways. But tha’ don’ mean you’ve been stayin’ out of trouble. ”

“ You know how easy it was to track you down when I came back from Ransei ? ” Very. All this chatter going on from the newspapers to the moving news images on televisions. His smile turns vexxed.

     “ Kubo ..? ”