@lokifell SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKA
Striations of inlaid guidance across the trains railing flickered as doors pried apart in feral hiss welcoming all who’d dare cross its threshold. The supple ever so melancholic sound of muted silence danced with the rumble of the local train. Despite the presence of several bodies crammed into the midday train easing isolations desolate hand the trip is calm and serene. Akira should have known better than to book it at this time yet excitement prodded his actions.
Swelling of elation and forlorn affections stung his chest upon precipice of a years distance. Enthusiasm to see those he cared for and the bittersweet absence of another. Yet, charismatic buzz in his pocket signals that his contact had made it to the train depot snapping him from his thoughts. Perchance he should have brought confections from home, but heel was too ready to take leave. Perhaps mochi from the stalls outside-- or some chocolates for Ann? Methodical course plotted and guise set upon that new budding life that he miserly quelled hopes for beforehand.
Purchase in hand, and desire to surprise those who impacted him blindingly so coax dark gaze upon mobile screen. A pause thumb hovering hesitantly before it swipes unlocking and guiding illuminated screen hoping to glimpse his plan in action. Yet group chat does settle in silence and pulse flutters before he nearly gets pushed over by a rather large man.
Spectacles are adjusted as ire waxes and wanes akin to the flowing waves. However while hand adjusts faux frames glint of chestnut crushes atmosphere into slowed silence. Dissonance in the universe had to play horrible tricks and all tune retreated as he watches that ghost pass before him. Confectionaries fall to the ground unceremoniously and bags contents spill to the floor, alas delights are forgotten as racing hand reaches for tanned coat tails aghast with grief he tugs. Akechi? Mind blanks in confusion and distraught desire. This had to be some trick didn’t it? But fate be damned and soul mended. There was no mistaking that face when visage matches pallid features.
❝I thought you were dead? Why-- why didn't you contact me?❞
