Mhmm. [ just a hum of agreement, and he follows fyodor's line of sight out to the ocean. the wind ruffles both of them; picking up strands of that dark hair and sweeping it across fyodor's face, and gojo thinks again of another beach, a long time ago. not so long ago, he supposes, but so far away from here. and well. essentially a different lifetime.
he smiles easily, this time with more warmth, and looks back to fyodor, watches that fine, sharp profile. ] You from ah— Earth? [ there's a something something did it hurt when you fell from insert location here line in there somewhere, but guess what, he refrains this once. not hitting on random unhappy-looking (russian?) guy standing on a beach in a foreign land that is probably not even on the same planet. not doing that today. then again, there's no time like the present, right? anyway!
that shell gets deposited into a pocket, but gojo's already forgotten about the silly little memento. call him whimsical, call him frivolous, he might want to get back to his students, to the carnage that's about to occur in shibuya, but there's something to be said for this time, and place. he's here, and he can't be there— there must be some kind of alignment in all of this. there's no use yowling and getting grumpy about it, after all! so. investigation it is. fyodor just happens to be his first official meeting with an— earthling. fellow earthling. is he— even? he's russian, judging by the accent, so. that surely does mean earth.
defensive posture, he thinks, looking at that arm. odd. gojo's at ease regardless, and steps towards the ocean, starting to walk along the shoreline, the waves shot through with moonlight. he motions with his chin to the long, pale shore. ] Come for a walk? You're the first person from back home that I've met here, nee? If that's where you're from. Ah, what a weird place, isn't it? Fyodor-san.
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he smiles easily, this time with more warmth, and looks back to fyodor, watches that fine, sharp profile. ] You from ah— Earth? [ there's a something something did it hurt when you fell from insert location here line in there somewhere, but guess what, he refrains this once. not hitting on random unhappy-looking (russian?) guy standing on a beach in a foreign land that is probably not even on the same planet. not doing that today. then again, there's no time like the present, right? anyway!
that shell gets deposited into a pocket, but gojo's already forgotten about the silly little memento. call him whimsical, call him frivolous, he might want to get back to his students, to the carnage that's about to occur in shibuya, but there's something to be said for this time, and place. he's here, and he can't be there— there must be some kind of alignment in all of this. there's no use yowling and getting grumpy about it, after all! so. investigation it is. fyodor just happens to be his first official meeting with an— earthling. fellow earthling. is he— even? he's russian, judging by the accent, so. that surely does mean earth.
defensive posture, he thinks, looking at that arm. odd. gojo's at ease regardless, and steps towards the ocean, starting to walk along the shoreline, the waves shot through with moonlight. he motions with his chin to the long, pale shore. ] Come for a walk? You're the first person from back home that I've met here, nee? If that's where you're from. Ah, what a weird place, isn't it? Fyodor-san.