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FUJISHIMA SATOSHI
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
↳ "Friendship isn't friendship unless the care between you is mutual." ↲
⌠ Fracture ▯ Midnight City ⌡
Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ◇ Yata Misaki - K Project
Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #9D0A0F ▯ Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ◇ #F16522
Satoshi was genuinely enjoying the conversation. He quickly realized just how much Natsuki liked literature, and it almost rivaled how much he liked the topic himself. Satoshi listened intently to everything the older boy said. They talked for quite a while about literature, and he couldn't help but be excited about it, seeing as he'd never really been able to talk passionately about something without being criticized or shut down by someone.
After a while, Satoshi found himself almost wanting to hear Natsuki's opinion, and decided to show off his project after all. "Hey, I'm gonna go get something to show you, be back in a second." Hopping through the window and back into his apartment, Satoshi raced back to his bedroom and grabbed the paper-clipped stack of papers, grinning like a child and running back to his place on the fire escape. Carefully passing the papers to his neighbor, Sou regained a comfortable seating position and laughed quietly. "I saw this really cool magazine article once, a biography about Tokyo and how it's changed since way-back-when, and I thought it would be nice to try and write one myself. So I've been working on this thing for about...hm, a year and a half, maybe? It's a lot longer than it was originally supposed to be. No one else knows I'm writing it so I haven't been able to get anyone's opinion, I don't know if it sucks or not." Somehow Satoshi felt comfortable sharing his secret with Natsuki. He doubted that Akatsuki and Ryou would be even vaguely interested in his writing, and it wasn't like he had anyone else that he trusted.
At least if it was Natsuki, Satoshi would be able to get an honest opinion from someone nice, and who actually knows what they're talking about.
After a while, Satoshi found himself almost wanting to hear Natsuki's opinion, and decided to show off his project after all. "Hey, I'm gonna go get something to show you, be back in a second." Hopping through the window and back into his apartment, Satoshi raced back to his bedroom and grabbed the paper-clipped stack of papers, grinning like a child and running back to his place on the fire escape. Carefully passing the papers to his neighbor, Sou regained a comfortable seating position and laughed quietly. "I saw this really cool magazine article once, a biography about Tokyo and how it's changed since way-back-when, and I thought it would be nice to try and write one myself. So I've been working on this thing for about...hm, a year and a half, maybe? It's a lot longer than it was originally supposed to be. No one else knows I'm writing it so I haven't been able to get anyone's opinion, I don't know if it sucks or not." Somehow Satoshi felt comfortable sharing his secret with Natsuki. He doubted that Akatsuki and Ryou would be even vaguely interested in his writing, and it wasn't like he had anyone else that he trusted.
At least if it was Natsuki, Satoshi would be able to get an honest opinion from someone nice, and who actually knows what they're talking about.