Her smoothed hair is cropped just so, and there's a sparkle in her eyes, lit up in recognition.Īrceus above, she looks years younger. He's not ready, every muscle in his body tensing as she totters his way, stumbling to lean up from the irori and accidentally brushing the pothook with her arm. "Ceci, gather the china and fetch the tea, would you? We've a guest." A swift turn and he's rapped the flat of his knuckles on the wood.
He looks just like him, a spitting image. "You must have me confused." The thick frames set his face in a way that makes Lucas' heart drop. "I'm sorry?" It's a gentle laugh, a soft correction, none of the stress that had worn through on his actual father. Clamping his hand over his mouth, his ears burn as the man turns in full. Always, always slipping his tongue at the worst possible moment. "Dad?!" he chokes, the word spilling out before he can think. It's just enough for Lucas to catch his face. "So soon." The man to his left, in a mottled dark blue and black samue, only briefly looks up. Lucas is ushered inside, and the place is larger and more lavish than he expected. His wrinkles curve as if he's smiled every day of his life, a bronzed face masked over by the sharp cuts of shade from the eaves. Come in, come in." The older man struggles to stand, arms shaking from the effort, but he looks nothing but friendly. "Running errands for the old man, are you? What a fine lad. With a cautious step around the frame of the door, nestled in between hedges at the start of a garden, he hoists up his pack, brightening as he sees what looks to be a resident sitting out by the engawa. A family must have moved in a number of weeks ago, but things change so fast, it doesn't surprise him this is only the first time he's seen it. That's thrice now he's checked that he got the right address, though it's difficult to read the scribbled writing supplied to him.
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