Avery may not have been a super rare name, but Kyouhei’s in its entirety definitely
was. There were no doubts about it now. This was him. This was definitely him! Clapping
his hands together, the photographer couldn’t help but let out a bark of
laughter – two parts amusement and one part total disbelief.
“What are you doing
here?”
The recognition and wonder in his voice should have been
enough to answer Kyouhei’s question.
“Do I really look the same?” He couldn’t quite tell if that
was a good or a bad thing. “You haven’t changed a bit!”
Kyouhei jumped involuntarily at the characteristically sharp laughter of his (now confirmed) childhood friend. God, wouldn’t’ve been embarrassing if he’d been mistaken? That would’ve been the worst.
He cleared his throat slightly before speaking again, trying to brush away and last remnants of his awkward uncertainty about the situation.
“Oh yeah, you look uh… the shape of your eyes and most of your face is the same, dude. Your hair threw me off, though. Why am I… here as in, um, Akounri or here,” he gestured around, “in particular?”