traveling.
piercing-wind
Weathered hands being stuffed into the pockets of his pants; reserved gaze directed at the back of familiar head -- keeping his features rather plain as he observes. He spent the entirety of the train ride regretting his choice to step into the train car; laziness has really enveloped him since the last time.
Naoya hasn't noticed his presence, which is characteristic of him. The aura of cheery clumsiness he emanates from his being is quite recognizable from afar, however he can't say it is a bother to him, he has gotten used to it, perhaps. Tatsuya is stuffing the urge to clear his throat to draw his attetion. Brown pools roaming as they land on the nearest bench of the station, also looking to some women passing by (generic by all means; mumbling words to each other as they giggled over the eyes on them). The taller boy looks over his shoulder, and Naoya is still daydreaming, or whatever.
So, he finally decides to interrupt his distraction, “This is how you greet your guests? How rude. I hope you have at least a car, because I think it's gonna rain soon.”
