––✱ order { sj+ji }
(( jonginstr )) Some of his friends from high school hit the bar right away after their coming of age day. Yet Seiji never really liked going to the bar to drink. He liked a more casual setting of his home. Drinking canned beers on his balcony with the wind blowing his hair and his feet dangling from the space between the fences. Or perhaps under the kotatsu in winter times where he could just rest his chin and the rest of his body on the table. And such, whenever he did find his feet guiding him to Cueva Azul, it’s usually for the coffee the master served so well. Yet lately, the master’s been so old and tired, eaten away by age, that he mostly only showed up every once in a while. He still went though. Because he trusted the master and he’d only hire and leave if he knew his apprentice was up for the task. The soft chiming of the bells. His feet entering the pub. He nodded at young man he had become acquainted with in the last few months. Or had it been a year? He’s not quite sure. His grasp on time had always been a bit loose “Hey, Jongin.” He offered a friendly smile and a wave, his other hand still holding the bag of fruits that the owner had ordered as usual. "Do you want me to put this in the back?” He asked, finger pointing towards the bag of fruits.