[suzaku has lost his suit - or at least, he's lost his mask and his cape, and he feels one hundred percent less ridiculous than he did the first day he put it on. that's wrong and he originally sought to rectify it, but he finds that correcting this problem isn't as easy as it usually is.
as a matter of fact, this isn't the home he's used to. (not that it's home at all, the place he's thinking of, but it's his place for the rest of his life.)
it's then that he hears the voice, somewhere close by. it's nothing familiar, so he has no choice but to move forward and follow it, on guard and searching. it doesn't take him long to find the source of the voice either, green eyes squinting in confusion briefly. he's no one's dad - never will be, never could be - and this person seems a little... lost? about as lost as he is, he imagines. fancy that.]
...who— [is he feeling out for something?] are you?
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Date: 2015-04-23 03:57 am (UTC)as a matter of fact, this isn't the home he's used to. (not that it's home at all, the place he's thinking of, but it's his place for the rest of his life.)
it's then that he hears the voice, somewhere close by. it's nothing familiar, so he has no choice but to move forward and follow it, on guard and searching. it doesn't take him long to find the source of the voice either, green eyes squinting in confusion briefly. he's no one's dad - never will be, never could be - and this person seems a little... lost? about as lost as he is, he imagines. fancy that.]
...who— [is he feeling out for something?] are you?
[first thing's first, of course.]