Closed. Incomplete.
WHO: Subaru starsdiealone & Hokuto thebearstars
WHAT: Subaru finally swings by to see the shop, after promising to for weeks.
WHERE: Hokuto's lovely dress shop.
WHEN: Just before noon.
Subaru studied the shop front for a few minutes, and felt a rare smile tug at the corners of his mouth. It had come true. This shop was his sister's. He could feel her energy just permeating the structure. It felt alive and bright. He was so proud of her, words could not begin to describe how much so. This had been her dream for so long, and she hadn't given it up.
Unlike him. He had given up his dreams for the family. But Hokuto had always been the stronger one of them. He wouldn't let her pleasure in this be ruined by his sour thought, nor his happiness for her. He stepped up to the front of the shop and pushed open the front door. A myriad of colors assaulted him, and he felt his smile deepen. He recognized hints of designs that Hokuto had used for her own costumes, and even his from time to time. She had always been designing.
"Hokuto? Where are you?" There was no one at the counter. He did not think anyone else worked here right now, and he had text messaged Hokuto earlier about stopping by today, and she said it would be fine. "Hokuto?" he edged towards the back room, unsure if he should go back.
WHAT: Subaru finally swings by to see the shop, after promising to for weeks.
WHERE: Hokuto's lovely dress shop.
WHEN: Just before noon.
Subaru studied the shop front for a few minutes, and felt a rare smile tug at the corners of his mouth. It had come true. This shop was his sister's. He could feel her energy just permeating the structure. It felt alive and bright. He was so proud of her, words could not begin to describe how much so. This had been her dream for so long, and she hadn't given it up.
Unlike him. He had given up his dreams for the family. But Hokuto had always been the stronger one of them. He wouldn't let her pleasure in this be ruined by his sour thought, nor his happiness for her. He stepped up to the front of the shop and pushed open the front door. A myriad of colors assaulted him, and he felt his smile deepen. He recognized hints of designs that Hokuto had used for her own costumes, and even his from time to time. She had always been designing.
"Hokuto? Where are you?" There was no one at the counter. He did not think anyone else worked here right now, and he had text messaged Hokuto earlier about stopping by today, and she said it would be fine. "Hokuto?" he edged towards the back room, unsure if he should go back.