[ The performances really are something else. Shinya is just on his way out of a bakery when he almost practically walks into the path of the mechanical lions' performance, and he quickly has to redirect his path around them. In doing so, this allows him to get a better view of the people of the street, and his gaze falls upon a familiar, yet unexpected face.
Lord Light is seated at one of the many benches lining the street, and given by the number of people quickly amassing in the vicinity, Shinya can only guess that something interesting is about to happen. How could the festivities possibly get anymore impressive?
Granted, it's been a long time since Shinya has seen any sort of celebration-- they simply aren't a priority in a world all but decimated in the apocalypse.
He approaches, offering a polite bow and a smile. The other man had introduced himself as a Lord, after all. As far as he knows, he may just expect the respect of one. ]
Ah, Lord Light. What a pleasant surprise. [ And then, especially since they're becoming more of a rarity as the night progresses-- ] Is this seat taken?
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Lord Light is seated at one of the many benches lining the street, and given by the number of people quickly amassing in the vicinity, Shinya can only guess that something interesting is about to happen. How could the festivities possibly get anymore impressive?
Granted, it's been a long time since Shinya has seen any sort of celebration-- they simply aren't a priority in a world all but decimated in the apocalypse.
He approaches, offering a polite bow and a smile. The other man had introduced himself as a Lord, after all. As far as he knows, he may just expect the respect of one. ]
Ah, Lord Light. What a pleasant surprise. [ And then, especially since they're becoming more of a rarity as the night progresses-- ] Is this seat taken?