â KENT LACH
Kent had one of those lives that could be made into a movie. Never knew his father- he left before he was born. And his mother OD'd when he was sixteen. Ironically, he had had to go to court for that one. Apparently they thought his mother was giving him drugs too, or that he gave his mother the drugs, or something along the lines of it all. Anyways, the case was over and done with before a week had even passed- no one believed a sixteen year old could do something like that. And while Kent probably could have, he hadn't. His mother was never really good for anything, but he wouldn't kill her- he wasn't psychotic. Besides, since he had basically raised himself since birth, it made him tougher. And he supposed that he would probably be doing drugs too if it wasn't for her, so he had that to thank her for. Though he did smoke- usually a pack a day, religiously.
It didn't seem like he was going to be doing much smoking here though. On the inside he sighed, not exactly thrilled about being forced to break his habit, but at the same time he was sort on glad. In reality he knew it wasn't good for him to be smoking anyways, so he could consider this a good thing. Even if it meant he was going to be a bit grumpy, perhaps he would just explain it to Daiki. Or, he would if the spirit asked. If he didn't, he didn't want to bother him. He shouldn't have asked so many questions either, it was just difficult to not be extremely, terribly curious.
When he noticed the spirit rise, Kent immediately jumped to his feet and reached out to help steady the other man if he needed help. Though he was afraid to touch him- he still wasn't sure how this spirit thing worked. Was he actually like... there? Or would his hand go straight through him? That didn't seem like something you could just ask, really. The other instructed him to follow and he nodded, not quite sure why he did but... he listened and went obediently with Daiki. For a while the spirit took care of the flowers, which wasn't all that fun for Kent but he stayed quiet. It seemed almost as if these flowers were the only thing Daiki had had, so he couldn't bring himself to make any comments- even if he was bored out of his mind.
Eventually they left that part of the garden though and went towards what appeared to just be another section of the garden. He wondered how long the land went on for, and how much of it Daiki actually used and what was just, well, basically free. They seemed to be moving deeper into the garden, and the spirit had started collecting fruit. He thought about offering his help, like saying he would carry the basket or something, when suddenly he was stopped and the basket was handed to him. At first he went a bit wide eyed, staring at the blue haired man who seemed to be very focused on the ground. Hesitantly, he took the basket in one hand and reached out with the other, lightly touching the other- admittedly surprised when his hand didn't go through him. "Thanks."
Kent had one of those lives that could be made into a movie. Never knew his father- he left before he was born. And his mother OD'd when he was sixteen. Ironically, he had had to go to court for that one. Apparently they thought his mother was giving him drugs too, or that he gave his mother the drugs, or something along the lines of it all. Anyways, the case was over and done with before a week had even passed- no one believed a sixteen year old could do something like that. And while Kent probably could have, he hadn't. His mother was never really good for anything, but he wouldn't kill her- he wasn't psychotic. Besides, since he had basically raised himself since birth, it made him tougher. And he supposed that he would probably be doing drugs too if it wasn't for her, so he had that to thank her for. Though he did smoke- usually a pack a day, religiously.
It didn't seem like he was going to be doing much smoking here though. On the inside he sighed, not exactly thrilled about being forced to break his habit, but at the same time he was sort on glad. In reality he knew it wasn't good for him to be smoking anyways, so he could consider this a good thing. Even if it meant he was going to be a bit grumpy, perhaps he would just explain it to Daiki. Or, he would if the spirit asked. If he didn't, he didn't want to bother him. He shouldn't have asked so many questions either, it was just difficult to not be extremely, terribly curious.
When he noticed the spirit rise, Kent immediately jumped to his feet and reached out to help steady the other man if he needed help. Though he was afraid to touch him- he still wasn't sure how this spirit thing worked. Was he actually like... there? Or would his hand go straight through him? That didn't seem like something you could just ask, really. The other instructed him to follow and he nodded, not quite sure why he did but... he listened and went obediently with Daiki. For a while the spirit took care of the flowers, which wasn't all that fun for Kent but he stayed quiet. It seemed almost as if these flowers were the only thing Daiki had had, so he couldn't bring himself to make any comments- even if he was bored out of his mind.
Eventually they left that part of the garden though and went towards what appeared to just be another section of the garden. He wondered how long the land went on for, and how much of it Daiki actually used and what was just, well, basically free. They seemed to be moving deeper into the garden, and the spirit had started collecting fruit. He thought about offering his help, like saying he would carry the basket or something, when suddenly he was stopped and the basket was handed to him. At first he went a bit wide eyed, staring at the blue haired man who seemed to be very focused on the ground. Hesitantly, he took the basket in one hand and reached out with the other, lightly touching the other- admittedly surprised when his hand didn't go through him. "Thanks."