Yoshiki treats accepting the feather as significant even though his culture, too, doesn't have much in the way of specific protocol for accepting such a gift specifically. It fleetingly occurs to him it's almost like a lock of hair, maybe, and he really doesn't know what to think about that.
It's a pretty feather, though. Yoshiki holds it carefully, not wanting to mess it up by tossing it into a bag or stuffing it into a pocket.
"I photograph a lot of things," he says, earnestly, nodding back, and don't they just make a pair? "And yeah. Like in the newspaper."
Should he teach Reyson how to tell the difference between a photograph and a picture? Where would he start? What kind of responsibility has he just volunteered himself for out of a burst of sympathy? What does Yoshiki even know about hair products? All questions to ruminate on later, in the comfort of staring at his own ceiling full of dread.
"I should get home before they start wonderin' where I got to." He begins to collect his bags. "You should too. Just in case."
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It's a pretty feather, though. Yoshiki holds it carefully, not wanting to mess it up by tossing it into a bag or stuffing it into a pocket.
"I photograph a lot of things," he says, earnestly, nodding back, and don't they just make a pair? "And yeah. Like in the newspaper."
Should he teach Reyson how to tell the difference between a photograph and a picture? Where would he start? What kind of responsibility has he just volunteered himself for out of a burst of sympathy? What does Yoshiki even know about hair products? All questions to ruminate on later, in the comfort of staring at his own ceiling full of dread.
"I should get home before they start wonderin' where I got to." He begins to collect his bags. "You should too. Just in case."