[ The quip about there always being people to arrest does get something closer to a smile from K, an amused look that actually reaches his eyes now, though there's still a cautious undercurrent to it. The uncertainty of someone who's not accustomed to being treated like this â with jokes and lighthearted banter instead of demeaning slurs.
And it's... nice, he thinks. Something he could get used to. Not that he'll have the chance to, but maybe he can dream, too. That seems to be a theme in some of #2's music that he's been able to relate to: hopeful longing.
He nods to himself with a thoughtful expression at #2's comment about it being the same sun, interpreting it in his own way. ]
Me too. Especially outside the city, far enough away from the people and pollution to really see it clearly.
[ He's on the verge of saying something more but cuts himself off, suddenly alert. His attention is on the unusual crowd that's milling about the reserved parking area â only authorised personnel and performers should have access to this walled-off section. Could be that the people simply took a wrong turn during the chaotic evacuation of the venue and aren't intentionally waiting down here to ambush anyone, but K isn't about to let his guard down. He deliberately shifts closer to #2, gives him a wary look, and falls into step with him while they continue toward his car.
And that's when someone notices them, recognises #2, and drunkenly shouts a slurred greeting. A ripple of excitement passes through the crowd as more people take notice, there's more shouts, happy shrieks, and some uncoordinated flailing, flashes from phones â as they all begin rushing over intending to swarm #2. ]
sorry for the wait and Merry Christmas!
And it's... nice, he thinks. Something he could get used to. Not that he'll have the chance to, but maybe he can dream, too. That seems to be a theme in some of #2's music that he's been able to relate to: hopeful longing.
He nods to himself with a thoughtful expression at #2's comment about it being the same sun, interpreting it in his own way. ]
Me too. Especially outside the city, far enough away from the people and pollution to really see it clearly.
[ He's on the verge of saying something more but cuts himself off, suddenly alert. His attention is on the unusual crowd that's milling about the reserved parking area â only authorised personnel and performers should have access to this walled-off section. Could be that the people simply took a wrong turn during the chaotic evacuation of the venue and aren't intentionally waiting down here to ambush anyone, but K isn't about to let his guard down. He deliberately shifts closer to #2, gives him a wary look, and falls into step with him while they continue toward his car.
And that's when someone notices them, recognises #2, and drunkenly shouts a slurred greeting. A ripple of excitement passes through the crowd as more people take notice, there's more shouts, happy shrieks, and some uncoordinated flailing, flashes from phones â as they all begin rushing over intending to swarm #2. ]