[Bottle of alcohol hanging in his hand, the rim once cool now warm against his lip, Takasugi had fallen into something of a trance. Between waking and sleeping, he stares through the warped windows at nothing but shapes, colors, seeing there memories rather than abstract beauty.
People milling about a village on a rainy day, he smells fresh fallen droplets in dirt rather than the burning of his tobacco.
Motion breaks the haze, at once he's thrust from nostalgia to the darkness of his room.
Spitefully, he doesn't spare the roused man a glance.
With the amount of shuffling, broken by pauses where breath hitches, tumbling forward in a sigh, Takasugi assumes he's planning on staying awake. Leaving, likely...
There's nothing he has to say to a man on his way out the door.]
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People milling about a village on a rainy day, he smells fresh fallen droplets in dirt rather than the burning of his tobacco.
Motion breaks the haze, at once he's thrust from nostalgia to the darkness of his room.
Spitefully, he doesn't spare the roused man a glance.
With the amount of shuffling, broken by pauses where breath hitches, tumbling forward in a sigh, Takasugi assumes he's planning on staying awake. Leaving, likely...
There's nothing he has to say to a man on his way out the door.]