Avery likes to think he’s changed quite a lot over the years,
in several different ways. Rambunctiously free-spirited as a child, his grown
self had gained a lot more poise
befitting of his luxurious, extravagant upbringing, though still retaining a
certain stubbornness as he tried to
branch out in the world around him. Ever moving on to the next shiny new thing
that captured his attention, the pink-haired male had developed a habit of
quickly leaving things in the past when not directly in his line of sight – but
the boy waving as he addressed him by name felt eerily familiar.
His first reaction was to brush the feeling off. It was
probably nothing, after all. Sitting at the table of a cafe with his laptop
placed in front of him so he could work as he drank his coffee, Avery must have
had a passing conversation with at least two, three people during the time he
had been there? If anything, the other had just picked his name up from that.
… But that face.
It was sort of nostalgic, wasn’t it?
Eyeing the brunet carefully, a brow was raised at such an
odd question proposed to him.
“Not particularly. Why, do you…?”
Voice trailing off, it was a silent prompt for the other to
introduce himself. A name would be rather handy here to figure out this
mystery.
Well, Kyouhei did have some sweets in his bag so at least it wouldn’t be like he just said something out of nowhere like some kind of extreme weirdo… which he probably already seemed like.
The lack of recognition/reaction was a little disappointing, though.
“I, ah, just had some and wondered if I should share, ahahaha…” Nailed it. That couldn’t have been more natural. Yup. Not like he was going out on a limb on the chance to talk to an old friend.
“Oh, I’m Kyouhei.” Since it was rude for him to just start talking without introducing himself, “and if you want some caramels, I have a small baggie for quick pick-me-ups. You look like you’re working hard, so….”