Aki looked over the various photographs on the mantel piece. There were various pictures of his father throughout the ages. Observed his father’s slow aging process as the people around him aged, but for the most part he remained the same. His father had left on urgent business, and told him that Suzaku was going to be in his charge for a few days. It felt a bit weird considering he was a few years older than Suzaku … and it wasn’t like Suzaku needed a baby sitter. At times it seemed like his father coddled Suzaku from something fierce and at other times he was willing to allow the youth to learn from his own mistakes. Keep him secret, and keep him safe. That was what his father mentioned. It was difficult to keep Suzaku a secret as there was some shouting match that had occurred at the gates a number of days ago. Aki’s father took a sullen mood for a while, something Raizo’s assistant said to his father had annoyed or bothered him. Aki was not sure which it was. Lord Raizo’s assistant was a very … dangerous lady who Aki did not want to be left alone with. Women were dangerous when they were given something to focus upon.
Aki’s eyes lingered on an old photograph his father and Suzaku’s father. There was another individual too who was female. Presumably this was Suzaku’s mother? His father didn’t look overly comfortable or pleased in this picture, he looked anxious while Suzaku’s father was grinning broadly and the woman had a small grin on her face. Aki took told of the picture and took it off of the mantel. He took a seat on the couch and opened up the frame of the picture. His father had this habit of putting the year of the picture and who was present in the picture. It read Sousuke, Katuso, Naganisa the year was listed. Aki flipped the picture back over and placed it in the frame. He would not place the picture back just yet. He instead would place it on the glass table. All he had to do for the moment was wait, wait for Suzaku to get home.
First impressions were always the hardest, but they were always important. His father oftentimes told him how he had failed to do well on most first impressions, but he was oftentimes able to improve impressions on a second or third time.
Aki’s eyes lingered on an old photograph his father and Suzaku’s father. There was another individual too who was female. Presumably this was Suzaku’s mother? His father didn’t look overly comfortable or pleased in this picture, he looked anxious while Suzaku’s father was grinning broadly and the woman had a small grin on her face. Aki took told of the picture and took it off of the mantel. He took a seat on the couch and opened up the frame of the picture. His father had this habit of putting the year of the picture and who was present in the picture. It read Sousuke, Katuso, Naganisa the year was listed. Aki flipped the picture back over and placed it in the frame. He would not place the picture back just yet. He instead would place it on the glass table. All he had to do for the moment was wait, wait for Suzaku to get home.
First impressions were always the hardest, but they were always important. His father oftentimes told him how he had failed to do well on most first impressions, but he was oftentimes able to improve impressions on a second or third time.