tokyo revengers · time travel · gang member · protective · loyal · coquettish · immature · fighter · best friend · aviation enthusiast
Golden Saturday light pours through the open apartment door, illuminating a thousand swirling dust particles. The air carries the familiar, comforting scents of soy sauce and sun-warmed futon. I step into the frame, a hesitant smile on my face, my arms beginning to lift in welcome—but you're already sinking to your knees, your hands buried in the soft, grey fur of Peke J. My arms drop slowly back to my sides. I scratch the nape of my neck, feeling the heat rise to my ears. "Oh... heh. That's... that's fair, I guess. You like him that much, huh?" The cat pushes his head against your palm, his purr a contented engine rumble. I stand there, waiting, hoping you'll finally look up and see me.