you can't go back, same way you came [closed]
Characters: cake_and_dream and rightofkings
Location: Mortician's Touch and then...?
Rating: PG
Time: October 20th, late afternoon on.
Description: In need of more cheering up, D goes to get his hair cut and is pleased to run into France.
Initially, the news that Ezio had been returned home had startled D. It wasn't that he didn't know that on occasion and for whatever reason, people were sent back. It wasn't that he jealous either, really, because D was pleased that his friend was able to leave and was happy for Ezio.
It was just that it hadn't yet happened to anybody he had let himself like.
Making friends with humans was not something new to D at all; in Japan, he had many friends and patrons that were human, or at least of a different race. Making friends and having them taken away, however, was new to D. Now that the idea had been driven home that anybody he began to care for in Death City could suddenly be taken from him D felt on edge.
Having his hair cut after spending the afternoon sulking a little had been a wonderful distraction. Feel slightly more accepting of the situation and more willing to be social and cherish the people he knew while he could, D made sure to find France before he left to say hello.
"Good afternoon," he greeted, forcing a smile onto his face.
Location: Mortician's Touch and then...?
Rating: PG
Time: October 20th, late afternoon on.
Description: In need of more cheering up, D goes to get his hair cut and is pleased to run into France.
Initially, the news that Ezio had been returned home had startled D. It wasn't that he didn't know that on occasion and for whatever reason, people were sent back. It wasn't that he jealous either, really, because D was pleased that his friend was able to leave and was happy for Ezio.
It was just that it hadn't yet happened to anybody he had let himself like.
Making friends with humans was not something new to D at all; in Japan, he had many friends and patrons that were human, or at least of a different race. Making friends and having them taken away, however, was new to D. Now that the idea had been driven home that anybody he began to care for in Death City could suddenly be taken from him D felt on edge.
Having his hair cut after spending the afternoon sulking a little had been a wonderful distraction. Feel slightly more accepting of the situation and more willing to be social and cherish the people he knew while he could, D made sure to find France before he left to say hello.
"Good afternoon," he greeted, forcing a smile onto his face.