➥ SPIRITED AWAY SENTENCE STARTERS !
chaosarashi asked: ❛ wait, where are we going? ❜
attachments were the bane of his life, creeping in unwarranted and without notice, gripping at his psyche and deforming years of premeditated structure. upon his agreement to look into the happenings circulating jade legacy, he set upon himself to never grow fond of someone. in hindsight, he shoudn't have made promises to himself he couldn't meet.
shinjuku streets were annoyingly crowded at this hour, with the premiere of the latest tournament broadcast on lucid screens. he could give two licks about the tournament; it was all a bullshit front for inner dealings.
tightly, his hand gripped the younger's as they brushed through the sea of locals. each step catalyzed to a swirl of memories in the back of his mind. that's right ... the old man in black dragged me away just like this. the darkness shroud in his world back then was shed in light, the moment that agent broke into the facility. his hand filthy with work, albeit considerate of the fragility of a child. he didn't have to save him. he didn't have to covet him as his own, yet somehow he grew to thank him along the way. why is he remembering this ?
for the while, he'd been ignoring the flurry of questions of the younger in tow. maybe you remind me a little too much of myself. in contrast, arashi was a smidgen more verbose; too verbose. it got to the point where he got mildly irritated at the constant pegging. peeking over his shoulder at the teen he led on, a frown formed.
a sigh. ❛ first rule to incognito, kid: no asking questions. ❜ amid the dangers of the city ⸺ crowds had to be the summit. even that suave sunglasses-wearing coot couldn't withstand the onslaught of presence which came with them. about fifteen minutes of the one-sided tug of war, the two arrive at an average complex of condominiums. he ushers the younger up two flights and down to the rear suite facing south. the door ahead was a tawny shade, visibly aged compared to the crisp silver finish of the others. with the turn of a key, he opens the door and presents to him an interior of age-old gadgets and consoles seldom known or remembered that one would feel a crash of nostalgia as if walking through the leyline of time itself.
❛ this, here, is my hiding place. ❜
from work, danger ⸺ stress; just his little happy place. the solitary haven which revealed to be the accomplice of many missed calls from mikita and no-shows from deployment was washi's uncharted apartment.
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