Dialogue ┆ #993333 | Thought ┆ #CC0033
It'd be over now, right?’ he asked himself. There had been a ceremony arranged for today in tribute to the former Grey King, but you wouldn’t find the Red King there of course. It wasn't his scene... or whatever. Instead Arata was busy propping up the bar in the Bed and Breakfast, helping himself to the collection of drink that was carelessly left unattended. Although if you couldn’t help yourself to a drink every now and again, what was the point of being King? That’s all the young man pondered at that fleeting moment; gulping down something awful and bitter, yet partially numbing at the same time. Is it too early to drink???’
Even just a little? HOMRA was hardly going to be welcomed with open arms if he suddenly decided to stroll up to the gathering – perhaps the burial by the time he'd arrive if he did attend on a whim. But in his own opinion Arata didn’t feel particularly thankful towards the deceased. Sure they were a King and the peacekeeper; but now the man was just another victim and Arata found himself more hung-up on the killer than anything else. If only because he was feeling that blame was steadily falling onto his own shoulders, which wasn’t good. Closing his eyes slowly and forcing out a heavy sigh, he raised a clenched hand and let his face fall lazily against it for support. Wonder if there was a big turn out?’ he thought, gazing dully at the hazy golden-brown liquid swirling at the bottom of the glass in his other hand.
He hadn't fully realized until now, but it was relatively quiet at the bar and not many people were around ecept for himself and a few others. Was he actually thinking that deeply? Well, that would change soon enough. ”Say. Want a sip? Before Nana finds out,” he offered the tilted glass to the smaller figure leaning on the bar at his side. ”Shh.” Sachiko was one of many reasons to frequent the place, beyond the obvious; though by far one of the better excuses to use, and besides neither of them were attending the ceremony. What was the point anyway?
Some of Scepter 4’s lot would probably be there, maybe even some Gold too, who knows? Regardless of what the attendees would think, it wasn’t like he was deliberately hiding either. Arata just didn’t want to think of death any longer. It was dull, boring and… weird. For now he decided to push it to the back of his mind and made a smiley-grin on his face, edging himself round slightly on the bar-stool. As he did, Arata began to wonder what there was to do today considering some would be at the ceremony, which made him all the more curious as to who wasn’t there. Now, that was the question.