07-07-2013, 08:47 AM
"It's nice to meet you Hara-kun."
Michio met Kioshi's face with that same easy going smile as before, and he was the type that looked directly in the other's eyes when Kioshi finally glanced upwards. Ah, so that's what his face looked like. The eyes were a curious color, pretty. These absent minded thoughts rolled through Michio's head as he followed the other down through the long hallways of the house, dragging his rolling luggage while another duffle bag hung across his shoulders. This would be all he would need while he was here.
While his mind was wandering the one way, he let his eyes wander another, taking in the old artwork pieces lining the halls sparcely. So clean and so plain, these huge hallways.. why did this old houses have to be styled this way? Michio found it rather dull, but he couldn't help feeling a small pang as well. He remembered these walls a little, and more than anything he remembered the smell of this place. It brought back memories of him running through these same halls, looking so much bigger then.
Who had been the hired hands around here back then? He glanced to the back of Kioshi's head. He didn't look very old, maybe even around Michio's own age, early twenties? Then, had he just replaced someone?
"Well since you're offering, I wouldn't mind if you stopped calling me Hanai-sama. That's my father or my brother. Call me Hanai-san at the very least. So, have you worked here long for Grandma?"
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