[He's led Slow Dancer to a cool spot to rest while he does his shopping for essentials. Though he's been here for a short time, it's hard not to feel like he's going through the motions and pretending everything is alright. Every time he lets his eyes linger for a moment too long on those figures, he feels like tearing down the street after them or hiding away in the darkest corner he can find.
Instead, he wheels slowly and rhythmically down the paved street, counting off the list of things he still needs to buy. Dry goods. Some fresh vegetables, things that would be easy to cook, preferably. It's not until he's rather close that he recognizes Kakyoin- that boy from the beach- sitting on one of the street benches. Was he waiting for someone? Might as well see if he'd heard anything new since they last spoke. Johnny was fairly desperate for the distraction.]
Hey. It was... Kakyoin, yeah?
[As he pulls up to talk, he reaches to set the brake on his chair, and his fingers lightly brush the incorporeal bird.]
C2?
Instead, he wheels slowly and rhythmically down the paved street, counting off the list of things he still needs to buy. Dry goods. Some fresh vegetables, things that would be easy to cook, preferably. It's not until he's rather close that he recognizes Kakyoin- that boy from the beach- sitting on one of the street benches. Was he waiting for someone? Might as well see if he'd heard anything new since they last spoke. Johnny was fairly desperate for the distraction.]
Hey. It was... Kakyoin, yeah?
[As he pulls up to talk, he reaches to set the brake on his chair, and his fingers lightly brush the incorporeal bird.]