( asaba harumasa wakes up in a robe befitting of his near idol status in new eridu. except he's not in new eridu and he's more than straightforward on his stance regarding the nature of social and cultural idols, whether himself or someone else. the silk is old glam, that tarnished silver charmeuse layered in artful cascades with black lace, all dotted with what might be tiny diamonds making poor substitutes for stars. his collar gone is discordant, but he tugs his robe a little tighter, pulling the collar in more narrow and higher before (eventually) finding the exit of this oversized luxury vehicle.

running into lighter lorenz is neither expected nor a disappointment.

a friendly face?

covering a cough with an amicable laugh as he sort of walks sort of saunters into his personal space, as if he isn't just wearing a robe and is now experiencing what is a very vivid hallucination thanks to a new and weird round of meds, reaching up without shame to pluck at the collar of lighter's robe instead. )

A little far from Lumina Square. Aren't we. And also it's hard not to stare.

( but he doesn't comment on the robe, playing as if neatening it before reaching up to tap the shutter shades. like the movement before, this one bleeds into something else: the brief glance of fingertips pressed to lighter's cheekbone, as if making sure he seems real despite everything, and then slipping past lighter into the car. it's bigger than the one harumasa woke up in, and once he's inside, he cants his head back to stare up at lighter, upsidedown or otherwise as he adds, )

You know, this car might be bigger than my apartment.

( it's the closest they can get to privacy to talk about what might have happened to bring them here. )