“Mmmh…. there’s a Wikipedia article about this…” he used the internet connection into his cellphone to find it, it’s didn’t take him more than a few seconds to send it. “Done. Now you can read it all the times you need. It’s my favourite story about the Japanase mithology…”
He rested his back on the wall. “I really have a lot of time today, just finished some work yesterday, and I don’t have to go to my other job until this afternoon. So take your time to read the article I just sent you… And once you’re done, I’ll give you the details you need to know, answer you all the questions you wanna ask, and give you some paper to begin sketching. Like that plan?”
Jack watched the blue-haired man as he sent the article through. “Thank you-” He hesitated, though, as he listened to the rest. Wow, Ezayne had clearly planned this out. The thought of spending the rest of the day here, working on sketches, made him more than a little nervous … but, he was going to have to spend a lot of time here anyway, wasn’t he? Ezayne seemed pleasant enough, and even with his shy nature, Jack was curious to learn more about him.
“It sounds good to me. If I could use your computer, I c-could take a look at the story now? I-I’m a fast reader,” he added with a nervous smile.
“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.
Jack Maple 