He stepped away with an incline of his head, wordlessly instructing her to follow. There was no doubt that she would, so Emi just started off. It was a lull in the revelry as most patrons had found the places they wanted to haunt for the next little while, so there weren't many people that they needed to weave through, and no chance of getting separated even if Emi wasn't doing the best he could to wait.
"It's not exactly quieter, but the view is nice." It didn't matter to him if strangers overheard. He'd never have to see them again, probably.
Leading her through the streets, they reached another part of the entertainment district (as if any part of Koriko was not part of an entertainment district). Here a stream ran through the heart of it, and it was at the height of one of the bridges across the water that Emi drew to a slow. It wasn't the season for fireflies, but the soft lights of paper lanterns still danced on the stream's surface. It'd be even prettier in a few weeks when the buds on the trees bloomed with their delicate pink blossoms.
Emi took up residence at the railing, leaning on his elbows and letting his hands dangle over the edge in a loose hold on each other. He gave her a small glance as if to make sure she was actually there, then trained his eyes on the leisured pace of the currents.
Finally, after what might have felt like ages, Emi spoke back up. "People like me don't make friends."
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He stepped away with an incline of his head, wordlessly instructing her to follow. There was no doubt that she would, so Emi just started off. It was a lull in the revelry as most patrons had found the places they wanted to haunt for the next little while, so there weren't many people that they needed to weave through, and no chance of getting separated even if Emi wasn't doing the best he could to wait.
"It's not exactly quieter, but the view is nice." It didn't matter to him if strangers overheard. He'd never have to see them again, probably.
Leading her through the streets, they reached another part of the entertainment district (as if any part of Koriko was not part of an entertainment district). Here a stream ran through the heart of it, and it was at the height of one of the bridges across the water that Emi drew to a slow. It wasn't the season for fireflies, but the soft lights of paper lanterns still danced on the stream's surface. It'd be even prettier in a few weeks when the buds on the trees bloomed with their delicate pink blossoms.
Emi took up residence at the railing, leaning on his elbows and letting his hands dangle over the edge in a loose hold on each other. He gave her a small glance as if to make sure she was actually there, then trained his eyes on the leisured pace of the currents.
Finally, after what might have felt like ages, Emi spoke back up. "People like me don't make friends."