WHO: Reggie and Friedrich WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: Yokohama WHAT: Old men drinking TEA WARNINGS: TBD? STATUS: In progress
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The cirque had the good sense to send them someplace much less roast-y than Hyderabad, at least. Reggie was willing to forgive the rough landing if it meant chiller temperatures. Heat meant increased human smells, most of them unpleasant.
He could smell nothing as harsh as he tilted his face into the light night wind pushing past. An overwhelming amount of cigarette smoke maybe, but it felt somewhat nostalgic instead of choking. Reggie buried his hands further in his jacket pockets with another inhale and tilted his head to look at his companion for the evening. His tea companion.
Friedrich was hardly the usual type the cirque pulled in. Older, a tad withdrawn, self-deprecating. Not a witch. All qualities Reggie could appreciate, recognising them in himself. He'd enjoyed getting to know him over the last few months and hope that the rest of the cirque wouldn't drive him away before his contract expired.
"When did you come here last?" he asked, watching the side of Friedrich's face. "I've been to Japan before with the cirque. Never before."