Toshi!
there it is: that familiar, endearing syllable, silly & small yet so rich & heavy with the sheer weight of their shared history. he drifts, for a moment, tired & simply wanting to remember — time rewinds: they are twenty-one & dave is taking his costume measurements with a chastising toshi when he fidgets like an impatient child one too many times ; they are twenty-one & he’s kicking his feet up on the dash of dave’s cherry-red sports car when he barks toshi ! & forces them back down with one hand on the wheel ; they are twenty-one & he’s vaulted the both of them high in the air to get a better picture of the rolling landscape, dave clinging for dear life & screaming toshi even above the roaring winds ; they are twenty-one & he feels so hopeless, so lost without nana but dave is assuaging his self doubt — toshi, you’re going to be an amazing symbol of peace.
finally, his brain whips back into gear & his mouth may stutter but his smile is still as resplendent & steady as the first day that they met. dave does that; steadies him, grounds him, he always has. he was the symbol of peace’s first supporter, his first friend, his foundation from the very beginning of it all.
❛ — d-dave !! how are you feeling, my friend ? ❜
&&. @cclipeum !!