Quatre Winner
Junior Member
(Yes, I officially suck at titles)
Haru couldn't understand it at all…well, he could, but still, there it was, staring him in the face. After an 11-and-a-half hour flight from Tokyo to LAX, Nagisa STILL had energy. Honestly, it was enough to stretch the laws of probability that Rei vocally espoused. Sure, they'd all taken on-and-off naps during the flight, in-between watching American movies with subtitles and meals and Rei getting airsick. Haru was still feeling jet-lagged, and the rest of his companions looked about how he felt, except for Nagisa.
The honey-haired boy seemed brimming with excitement as he practically danced through security and down to the baggage claim, and nearly shook their poor driver's arm off when he came to meet them, and they had already made their bows. Poor Rei was trying to restrain their shorter friend's excitement, and apologizing profusely to the driver, who just smiled bemusedly and rubbed his greying temples. That was Nagisa, though, a bundle of energy.
Rei was, too, in his own way. Calm, collected, calculating, but his emotions ran very close to the surface. Rei was passionate as well as logical, and he showed both sides of himself on a regular basis.
Makoto, on the other hand… He was deeper, calmer, ever-present. That was why Haru liked being near him- Makoto acted as a buffer at times, when other people got to be too much, but Haru had to deal with them. He'd never been good with people, but with Makoto, it had always been different. Haru didn't have to say much because the taller boy seemed to know what he needed instinctively.
At the moment, Makoto was letting Haro stick close by his side and not making a big deal about it. Calm in the storm, the voices, the noise, the colors.
"Welcome to Los Angeles." the driver was saying in Japanese. Rei had successfully gotten Nagisa to let go of his hand, which he seemed thankful for. "I'm Mr. Takeda. Do you have all your baggage? Any questions?"
"When do we get to see the Hollywood sign?" Nagisa asked, magenta eyes shining. Rei lowered his face into his palm.
(Feel free to play any of these characters. Mr. Takeda is just a nice older man who's lived in the U.S. for awhile but still speaks Japanese. You can take that however you want ^^ He's not going to be in much.)
Haru couldn't understand it at all…well, he could, but still, there it was, staring him in the face. After an 11-and-a-half hour flight from Tokyo to LAX, Nagisa STILL had energy. Honestly, it was enough to stretch the laws of probability that Rei vocally espoused. Sure, they'd all taken on-and-off naps during the flight, in-between watching American movies with subtitles and meals and Rei getting airsick. Haru was still feeling jet-lagged, and the rest of his companions looked about how he felt, except for Nagisa.
The honey-haired boy seemed brimming with excitement as he practically danced through security and down to the baggage claim, and nearly shook their poor driver's arm off when he came to meet them, and they had already made their bows. Poor Rei was trying to restrain their shorter friend's excitement, and apologizing profusely to the driver, who just smiled bemusedly and rubbed his greying temples. That was Nagisa, though, a bundle of energy.
Rei was, too, in his own way. Calm, collected, calculating, but his emotions ran very close to the surface. Rei was passionate as well as logical, and he showed both sides of himself on a regular basis.
Makoto, on the other hand… He was deeper, calmer, ever-present. That was why Haru liked being near him- Makoto acted as a buffer at times, when other people got to be too much, but Haru had to deal with them. He'd never been good with people, but with Makoto, it had always been different. Haru didn't have to say much because the taller boy seemed to know what he needed instinctively.
At the moment, Makoto was letting Haro stick close by his side and not making a big deal about it. Calm in the storm, the voices, the noise, the colors.
"Welcome to Los Angeles." the driver was saying in Japanese. Rei had successfully gotten Nagisa to let go of his hand, which he seemed thankful for. "I'm Mr. Takeda. Do you have all your baggage? Any questions?"
"When do we get to see the Hollywood sign?" Nagisa asked, magenta eyes shining. Rei lowered his face into his palm.
(Feel free to play any of these characters. Mr. Takeda is just a nice older man who's lived in the U.S. for awhile but still speaks Japanese. You can take that however you want ^^ He's not going to be in much.)
