[CLOSED/COMPLETED]

[salvationdenied]

WHO: Syaoran Li (raitei_wolf) and Brian Moser (salvationdenied)
WHAT: Syaoran is returning a CD that Brian left him
WHERE: The beach, so this is OPEN to anyone that would be in Vescovo territory. So no fuckin' Monas. bitches. :)
WHEN: DAY 79, noon

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[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran was dressed, for the first time in a very long while, in the outfit that he'd been wearing when he escaped from the AMC labs. He'd be wearing the old eyepatch, too, but that one had torn on his first mission since he came back. He didn't know why he was wearing it, even. To the best of his knowledge, the black bat-looking symbol in the red circle on his chest meant nothing, except to perhaps identify him as a particular experiment. The outfit consisted of a sleeveless black robe that was split at both hips and in the front and back, leaving four long extensions that went down to his bare feet, and black pants that ended above his ankles.

He held the CD in a jewel case in his left hand, and held nothing in his right. He looked along the boardwalk, then spotted Brian sitting near the sand. He approached his adoptive second cousin silently.

[salvationdenied]

Brian did not hear Syaoran moving towards him, even though his perpetual awareness of the things going on around was not lowered.

Contrary to what might be said of Brian, he was not stupid. Yes, he was a bit brash at times, a bit too hot headed at times, he was not dumb: not to himself, to the people around him, and the situations he got himself. He was not a fool.

He kept his guard up, sniffed drinks for the scent of almonds, and was always, always armed in one way or another unless he was showering or maybe, once in a while, washing his dishes. So he did not hear the boy as he walked up to him, until he was withing striking range, and even then, as he judged the pace, he did nothing but swing his head around to look in his direction.

His hands were behind him, arms forming a makeshift back to the cement block that was the bench. He shot a lazy grin and spoke, voice light:

"Hey."

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran didn't smile or anything. "Hi," he answered, his tone and face both very emotionless. "I have your CD."

He'd come from Brian's left, so the eyepatch wasn't quite visible, since it was on the part of his face Brian couldn't see--and Syaoran wasn't facing him.

[salvationdenied]

Brian said nothing about the eyepatch. He knew better than to have it be the first thing to cross his lips, but he couldn't help it as it flitted across his mind. He merely smiled lifted his left hand to wave him over, his back curving a bit.

"Hey there. Come have a seat."

The man turned again, his face turning to look up at the sun again, smiling briefly.

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran sat down next to Brian, just as quietly as he'd approached. "How have you been?"

It wasn't an honest question--Brian wasn't really blood, and as a kid Syaoran had no more affection for him than he had for the Don's spoiled brat of a daughter. He didn't really care, but it was at least a little worth it to start a conversation.