[He leans on the stand, elbows resting as he watches Tetsuo take in the painting. It's the reaction he expected--and hoped--he'd have, honestly. Tetsuo never really could hide his emtoions well, and it's easy to see the sheer awe cast over his face. In some ways, it was nostalgic. It was like when he'd taken Tetsuo for a ride for the first time, letting the boy see the actual streets of Neo Tokyo for the first time. There's a certain beauty to it, if you squint, masking the corruption and crime.]
It's not perfect--I think I missed a few things. But it's hard to forget it sometimes. Even now.
...
[It's only then that he leans up again, pushing himself back up with his palms on the edge of the stand.]
no subject
[He leans on the stand, elbows resting as he watches Tetsuo take in the painting. It's the reaction he expected--and hoped--he'd have, honestly. Tetsuo never really could hide his emtoions well, and it's easy to see the sheer awe cast over his face. In some ways, it was nostalgic. It was like when he'd taken Tetsuo for a ride for the first time, letting the boy see the actual streets of Neo Tokyo for the first time. There's a certain beauty to it, if you squint, masking the corruption and crime.]
It's not perfect--I think I missed a few things. But it's hard to forget it sometimes. Even now.
...
[It's only then that he leans up again, pushing himself back up with his palms on the edge of the stand.]
Maybe Megalodon and Gojira need some scenery.