twistedcatch
“Kazuyaaa.”
Impatient. In a word, that’s what he was. Of course his character was way more complicated than that, but at times like this it was easy to describe the blond with just one word (and more often than not, it wasn’t a particularly positive one). Hopefully his companion knew that despite his usual childlike behavior, Mei wasn’t all loud complaining and selfish commanding. However, he might just have to deal with this side of his for the time being.
It had been quite the stroke of luck to find the bespectacled boy in this still unfamiliar setting. It was an understatement to say he had been visibly enthusiastic about this encounter, just as much as it was safe to assume he wasn’t going to let the other turn into the lone wolf he had always seemed to be back in Tokyo. Miyuki was the only one in this place he really knew after all! Who else would be better to hand around with in here? That’s right: nobody.
The Green Sector was nice, quite the opposite to the one he had been assigned. A small pang of jealousy hit him after checking for himself how different –clean, normal– these surroundings looked from the smoke-filled neighbourhood he had the bad luck to have landed in, but admittedly, it had been a great idea to pick one of the parks to meet up again, maybe play for a while, maybe just catch up on things. Whatever they did, at least they could breathe, and honestly, at this point, that was enough for the prince.
Mei pivoted on his heels, blue hues steadily fixed on the catcher following suit after him (or at least, to the pitcher’s eyes, pretending he did). Meeting Miyuki here had felt a bit like home, but it wasn’t as if he was going to say that to his face. It probably wouldn’t be necessary anyway; the comfortable smiles his company brought to his lips should be enough proof of it. But... there wasn’t anything similar to a smile adorning the boy’s features at that moment. Instead, a pout sat on his mouth, openly displaying his annoyance.
“Come ooooonnn, slowpoke! What’s taking you so long?!” Arms crossing over his chest, he gave the brunet a look that screamed ‘hurry up!’, as if his complaints hadn’t made it clear enough that he wanted to find a place for the two of them to relax as soon as possible.