some sort of guidance. For all intents and purposes, he became Mr Yang's shadow.
He hadn't even realised how much he /was/ copying Mr Yang, until he was observing as he spoke to Himeko, and she pointed it out.
"I think you have a shadow there, Welt" she'd said with a smile.
or how their hands gently grazed together while they walked through the cars. Oh dear. Sunday did not think he was quite ready to unpack all of this yet, so he resigned himself to a quiet night of sleep with Welt's voice playing on loop inside his head.
he was practically part of the furniture - at least that's what Himeko had said.
So Sunday took to observing Mr Yang and following his movements from afar. He'd wait to go down for breakfast or dinner until he'd seen the other, and he'd trail him around the express looking for
Sunday had been on the Astral Express for a few days now, and was still struggling to really come to terms with everything.
His entire life had been uprooted and changed - and he didn't do very well with change.
Mr Yang was very settled though, he'd been here for so long that
๐ #aventio thread!!!!
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veritas had never stayed too long at the casino with aventurine - not his thing at all. the decor is tacky, everyone is drunk or high and aventurine is far too good at this to need any sort of backup.
but then aventurine tells him to stay.
until aventurine had decided he was finished and dragged him back to an unoccupied hotel room.
โyouโre the worst,โ veritas said with baited breath as aventurineโs fingers worked off his pants.
โoh, but you love it,โ he had replied, โand youโll keep coming back for more,โ