Even if the places don't ring a bell, talking about the different ways they all eat fish draws a rare, slight smile out of Yoshiki. It's a bittersweet thing, knowing exactly what Reyson is talking about.
"Even the things you'd think would be the same ain't," he says, softly, "The water tastes different. Who thinks about how water tastes, ya know?"
The accent that's apparently his in English gets thicker when he's more relaxed. He doesn't know what that means, or how the words and sounds got into his head like this. He still sounds the same in Japanese, and he doesn't understand that either.
"...even if I don't know what's goin' on, I guess we're sorta like neighbours, right? Livin' in the same town and all. An' I know this has gotta be strange for you." He bites the inside of his cheek, screwing up his determination. "Do you want my phone number, maybe? In case you got questions about the day to day. Where to find stuff in the grocery store and things like that."
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"Even the things you'd think would be the same ain't," he says, softly, "The water tastes different. Who thinks about how water tastes, ya know?"
The accent that's apparently his in English gets thicker when he's more relaxed. He doesn't know what that means, or how the words and sounds got into his head like this. He still sounds the same in Japanese, and he doesn't understand that either.
"...even if I don't know what's goin' on, I guess we're sorta like neighbours, right? Livin' in the same town and all. An' I know this has gotta be strange for you." He bites the inside of his cheek, screwing up his determination. "Do you want my phone number, maybe? In case you got questions about the day to day. Where to find stuff in the grocery store and things like that."