[He's not even really sure why he left the new city of Aldrip to wander around in the forest. Maybe for the quiet. Maybe for the familiarity of something that hadn't changed over night. Maybe for the unspoken hope he might see someone he'd lost when everything had changed. Or maybe just because this was the first place he arrived six months ago, waking up on the leaf litter and denying the reality of his life for so long.
The sound of an engine is distinctive, and there's only a few choices as to what it could be. He hears it from far off, rolling in the distance, shifting with gears and turns and whatever other changes need to be made to drive through the old growth. Manjiro, probably.
The noise grows louder, though eventually seems to find a place to make it's home: coming to an idle, then to a stop. It tales a while for Shinjiro to walk far enough to see it-- long enough for Manjiro to work on looting the bunker tucked down into the floor of the woods.]
...Hey.
[He can't tell if the guy looks more or less like shit. More, probably. After all, the false life they'd all been supplied had hit him especially hard. While Shinjiro looks extremely similar to his Aldrip-native self, there's a stark difference in how he moves and carries himself-- shoulders and head slightly down, hands in his pockets. More careful and thoughtful, rather than rashly ready to burst in and give a crime lord a piece of his mind.]
You just riding out here? [The pile of mechanical bullshit tells him otherwise, but he'll at least make conversation.]
no subject
The sound of an engine is distinctive, and there's only a few choices as to what it could be. He hears it from far off, rolling in the distance, shifting with gears and turns and whatever other changes need to be made to drive through the old growth. Manjiro, probably.
The noise grows louder, though eventually seems to find a place to make it's home: coming to an idle, then to a stop. It tales a while for Shinjiro to walk far enough to see it-- long enough for Manjiro to work on looting the bunker tucked down into the floor of the woods.]
...Hey.
[He can't tell if the guy looks more or less like shit. More, probably. After all, the false life they'd all been supplied had hit him especially hard. While Shinjiro looks extremely similar to his Aldrip-native self, there's a stark difference in how he moves and carries himself-- shoulders and head slightly down, hands in his pockets. More careful and thoughtful, rather than rashly ready to burst in and give a crime lord a piece of his mind.]
You just riding out here? [The pile of mechanical bullshit tells him otherwise, but he'll at least make conversation.]