sinikat
The last run in with the elder Takakura had left Masaomi feeling a bit more clouded than usual. He doesn't suppose that's strange. Sentiments that had been cleverly disguised swelled within his chest -- he dragged his feet, found himself irrevocably listless at the many thoughts that flickered through his foggy mind.
He hadn't expected to see him, too. The city seemed to attract everyone, now -- or maybe it was just Masaomi that had been missing. The darkness of the night was only interrupted by storelights and streetlights, though, he thinks he would register those bright curls anywhere.
A dry swallow -- his chest tightens, heart drops. He keeps his earbuds in, music numbing his own body as he watches Him browse through the various window shops. Maybe he's looking for discounts -- he looks caught in his own world.
He keeps his silence -- off to the side, he takes a drink of his canned soda while he tries to calculate just how to respond.