Sushi Station, Saturday Evening, post-grad
So, this evening Warren had been expecting to grab Karla away for some sort of mutual birthday quality time, especially since his days on the island were numbered, and all.
And then his father had gone and shot those plans all to hell by... being a good father and showing up to see him graduate. So far as Warren saw it, his dad's timing for finally deciding to not suck at parenting could use some work.
And now... Now Warren wasn't completely certain how he had been talked into this, but he was spending the evening of his twentieth birthday sitting in silence, watching raw fish move by on a little conveyor belt, and trying to pay more attention to the humorous attempts of the boyos to figure out the chopsticks than to the very silent old man who was the reason for all of this.
"No, Khary. You probably don't want to just put the green paste in your mouth all in one go."
Awkward birthday dinner, and go.
[For those who know who they are, but the Sushi Station is still open if other people need to get their raw fish fix for the night!]
And then his father had gone and shot those plans all to hell by... being a good father and showing up to see him graduate. So far as Warren saw it, his dad's timing for finally deciding to not suck at parenting could use some work.
And now... Now Warren wasn't completely certain how he had been talked into this, but he was spending the evening of his twentieth birthday sitting in silence, watching raw fish move by on a little conveyor belt, and trying to pay more attention to the humorous attempts of the boyos to figure out the chopsticks than to the very silent old man who was the reason for all of this.
"No, Khary. You probably don't want to just put the green paste in your mouth all in one go."
Awkward birthday dinner, and go.
[For those who know who they are, but the Sushi Station is still open if other people need to get their raw fish fix for the night!]