“You’re welcome. My main computer it’s my brother’s room. You can use my laptop, if you prefer.” he asnwered, taking it from his bedside table and handing it to him. Jack seemed a good man, though it was crytal clear his scars had scared him a bit.
Well, they weren’t his fault. Not completely. The burn marks were the foot print the future Inferno had left on his arms. And the other scars were from the months he spent protecting Miss Ritchi’s family, along Blue Ray and Blue Diamond.
He wondered how Jack would react after reading the story. He actually felt he needed something willing to listen to it and not to judge. Cimon surely couldn’t help, she had been killed by love. Dread was a demon and love seemed a concept hard to grasp for him. D was only a kid, what would he know? And Lucille didn’t believe in love. The only who might knew was Scarlet, but he didn’t feel ready to talk with her just yet. Maybe Jack would help him. Maybe.
In any case, Jack hadn’t been planning to ask about the scars. While he was a little curious, he knew first-hand (and probably better than anyone) how awful it felt to be judged for your appearance. If Ezayne wanted to talk about them, he’d listen, but he wouldn’t press the issue himself.
“Th-that would be perfect. Thank you.” He took the laptop, and soon enough he was reading the article on the Tanabata legend.
“… Yes, this would make an excellent subject!” Jack’s eyes all but lit up. As excited as he was by imagining it, he didn’t stammer at all.
“I knew you would like it. The story of Orihime and Hikoboshi is just… so inspiring.” he looked away for a moment, hugging himself. Maybe it was crazy, but he really needed to talk about it. Someone who wouldn’t say he was a douche or an idiot for keep trying so hard, for still believing there was still hope.
“I… I do have an Orihime, too. But our story is a whole lot more tragic…” he gave Jack a sad lok. “Would you like to listen to it, while you’re sketching?”
Jack swallowed. He didn’t often meet with clients in person, so hearing their reasons for wanting a particular painting wasn’t something he was used to. But Ezayne had a point. If Jack was going to make the mural about the blue-haired man and his own ‘Orihime’, it would help to know the full story, so he could capture it just right.
“Sure, I’d like that,” he replied. “Y-you said you had sketch paper ready?”
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