....It's Captain Hitsugaya! (taichohitsugaya) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-25 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex summers (havok), toshiro hitsugaya |
Who: Toshiro Hitsugaya and Alex Summers
Where: Random Starbucks near Toshiro's Huntington Beach apartment
When: Friday, July 26, early afternoon
What: Two old acquaintances meet up again
Warnings/Ratings: Probably nothing much...PGish...
Toshiro was a bit relieved, though he'd never really admit that to anyone who dared to ask, that someone he knew was already here. Moving halfway around the world was difficult enough, but he shouldered the burden with the maturity of one far older than he in years, as his parents expected of him. He was going to be starting as a senior in the fall at only fifteen, soon to be sixteen, but his age difference had never really stopped Toshiro before. He'd often been the subject of someone a bit different. His parents were well-known throughout Tokyo. Besides that, however, his bleach white hair had always caused him to stand out, as well. There wasn't anything Toshiro could do to change that, but the two things that helped with him being different had caused Toshiro to alienate himself more easily from his peers.
He'd had one close friend, a girl named Momo, who had also gone to his high school. They'd been close, almost like brother and sister, and he wondered briefly how she was doing now without him. However, now wasn't the time for reminiscing. He'd been invited to have coffee from a colleague of his father's, a man who he respected and who he'd even sparred with a time or two back in Tokyo. Dressed casually in a pair of flawless blue jeans, a black polo shirt and a dark blue wind breaker, Toshiro made his way from his ocean-front apartment to the Starbucks that Alex Summers had mentioned to him. On occasion, he flipped open a cell phone that his father had provided him so they could stay in touch while his father worked in LA.
As Toshiro headed into town, he held up a hand to block out the sun. He'd commented that he hated the heat, this dry, dead heat that seemed to soak all the life about of him. He contentedly made his way into the coffee shop and ordered an iced coffee, deciding to get something cool to drink. He found a table near the window that had easy access to viewing the door so that way he could spot Alex when he walked in. Toshiro didn't care that it might look unusual for a teenager to be meeting with a former soldier. That never really bothered him at all.