You are never coming home... ((Slight Persona 2 spoilers ahead!))
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Sumaru City. The weekend was winding down and people were getting the most out of the lovely weather that they could, Baofu included. He'd decided to go visit his rumormonger contacts in person this time at all the usual locations- Sushi Gatten, Red Light Shiraishi, Peace Diner, Ebony, Jolly Roger and a few others.
He soon found himself wandering about Aoba Park, trapped in the menagerie of vibrantly colored flowers. Strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind. He flicked his gaze from the tulips to the dafodils to the poppies with mild interest, although he stopped in his tracks when he spied several beds of chrysanthemums...
"...Miki." The man murmured, and stooped over to inspect the flowers. They were a lovely mixture of gold, deep pink and ivory, and he absently reached out and touched the petals. A few moments of sinking in deep thought followed him first noticing the flowers, and he gave a 'ch' of what could be interpreted as annoyance to get himself out of his introspection.
That was a long time ago... he thought. At that, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, turned on his heel and started to walk out of the park. It didn't take long for Baofu to return and pick one chrysanthemum of each color, and tie them with a cast-aside string that he found on the ground. It looked like he was making a simple boquet for someone dear to him... which, in essence, he was. But this wasn't going to be any bunch of flowers to impress or earn a shower of kisses. He was honoring the dead.
It was a relatively short journey to the cemetary where his late partner was buried, and he walked the winding path through the cemetary without really thinking about it. He knew the path like the back of his hand. He'd walked it so many times... when he was feeling lonely, depressed, helpless... now wasn't any different. The rumormonger stared down at a gravestone with the name "Miki Asai" engraved into it.
The flowers were set on the grave and Baofu departed with a slow walk, mulling over all of the events from nearly six years ago...
((For anyone who wants to interact with a slightly emo and/or irritable Baofu. *shrug* I just felt like writing.))
He soon found himself wandering about Aoba Park, trapped in the menagerie of vibrantly colored flowers. Strangely enough, he didn't seem to mind. He flicked his gaze from the tulips to the dafodils to the poppies with mild interest, although he stopped in his tracks when he spied several beds of chrysanthemums...
"...Miki." The man murmured, and stooped over to inspect the flowers. They were a lovely mixture of gold, deep pink and ivory, and he absently reached out and touched the petals. A few moments of sinking in deep thought followed him first noticing the flowers, and he gave a 'ch' of what could be interpreted as annoyance to get himself out of his introspection.
That was a long time ago... he thought. At that, he stuffed his hands in his pockets, turned on his heel and started to walk out of the park. It didn't take long for Baofu to return and pick one chrysanthemum of each color, and tie them with a cast-aside string that he found on the ground. It looked like he was making a simple boquet for someone dear to him... which, in essence, he was. But this wasn't going to be any bunch of flowers to impress or earn a shower of kisses. He was honoring the dead.
It was a relatively short journey to the cemetary where his late partner was buried, and he walked the winding path through the cemetary without really thinking about it. He knew the path like the back of his hand. He'd walked it so many times... when he was feeling lonely, depressed, helpless... now wasn't any different. The rumormonger stared down at a gravestone with the name "Miki Asai" engraved into it.
The flowers were set on the grave and Baofu departed with a slow walk, mulling over all of the events from nearly six years ago...
((For anyone who wants to interact with a slightly emo and/or irritable Baofu. *shrug* I just felt like writing.))