[There's something to be said for getting attached to others, probably. Hazel will deny it in every way he can - he isn't waiting for Gat, he isn't clinging to Jae-Ha despite all the time they spend together - he isn't that type of person. Probably.
Today is a day as ordinary as the rest, aside from someone being at the door so early in the morning.
It's Jae-Ha's turn to make breakfast, so that leaves it to Hazel to answer the door. He doesn't stop to peer out a front window first and see who's there, and that will be his first of many regrets today, but instead just pulls the door open with a vague curiosity about who it could be. He assumes it must be one of Jae-Ha's friends, those "dragons"— maybe the one with a big ham for a hand came by to do something more than wave? Could be.
Hazel isn't exactly dressed to receive guests; it's early in the morning, his hair is down, he doesn't much loiter around the house in his priest's outfit anymore— he's comfortable here, a fact that is both immediately obvious and then immediately fractured when he sees Ukoku standing on his porch.
With a flower.
Someone up there - up here? - has it out for him. He blinks, then puts on a smile, like the nonthreatening calm of his big empty house has not just been cracked.]
Mister Ukoku! It's been a lil while. [go away??] You're up mighty early.
here lies hazel, rip
Today is a day as ordinary as the rest, aside from someone being at the door so early in the morning.
It's Jae-Ha's turn to make breakfast, so that leaves it to Hazel to answer the door. He doesn't stop to peer out a front window first and see who's there, and that will be his first of many regrets today, but instead just pulls the door open with a vague curiosity about who it could be. He assumes it must be one of Jae-Ha's friends, those "dragons"— maybe the one with a big ham for a hand came by to do something more than wave? Could be.
Hazel isn't exactly dressed to receive guests; it's early in the morning, his hair is down, he doesn't much loiter around the house in his priest's outfit anymore— he's comfortable here, a fact that is both immediately obvious and then immediately fractured when he sees Ukoku standing on his porch.
With a flower.
Someone up there - up here? - has it out for him. He blinks, then puts on a smile, like the nonthreatening calm of his big empty house has not just been cracked.]
Mister Ukoku! It's been a lil while. [go away??] You're up mighty early.