Sure, there are a handful of places he knows won't have closed, but only because they were old before he even knew they existed, or existed to know they existed. Ones he doesn't want to know if have folded under in the past. And some here and there, mom and pop's hiding in holes, coming and going with the wind and the waves, like their owners and customers. All of those are there for the first time when he hits land and gone the next time with half decades or more between.
"Wherever's good." He just gives a tight, clipped shake of his head, like he can't really even shake it fully to either direction.
"An L&L, maybe." It was cheap, easy, and greasy. Local enough, and it's not like he cares enough to feel anything about faster food. Other than it is will be fast, and that's helpful for getting on to The Palace sooner rather than later.
"They've got plates to go." If he's going to insist on this nonsense and keep asking questions, like somehow Steve should want to wander down Hawaii's memory lane. "And whatever we get for Chin will probably work."
He wouldn't mind wandering Hawaii. Taking in a sight or two he remembers too well, gorgeous and more technicolor than technicolor, never fading with time, and never being less bright when he's here. Maybe even those places in those persistent dreams now and again that don't leave him alone. But there's nothing down memory lane for him here. A house covered in dust and blood and ghosts of people no one saw enough, half an island and half a breath away, that underneath it isn't covered in anything but more dust and blood and ghosts no one ever acknowledged either.
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Yeah. Everywhere. All eight islands.
Sure, there are a handful of places he knows won't have closed, but only because they were old before he even knew they existed, or existed to know they existed. Ones he doesn't want to know if have folded under in the past. And some here and there, mom and pop's hiding in holes, coming and going with the wind and the waves, like their owners and customers. All of those are there for the first time when he hits land and gone the next time with half decades or more between.
"Wherever's good." He just gives a tight, clipped shake of his head, like he can't really even shake it fully to either direction.
"An L&L, maybe." It was cheap, easy, and greasy. Local enough, and it's not like he cares enough to feel anything about faster food. Other than it is will be fast, and that's helpful for getting on to The Palace sooner rather than later.
"They've got plates to go." If he's going to insist on this nonsense and keep asking questions, like somehow Steve should want to wander down Hawaii's memory lane. "And whatever we get for Chin will probably work."
He wouldn't mind wandering Hawaii. Taking in a sight or two he remembers too well, gorgeous and more technicolor than technicolor, never fading with time, and never being less bright when he's here. Maybe even those places in those persistent dreams now and again that don't leave him alone. But there's nothing down memory lane for him here. A house covered in dust and blood and ghosts of people no one saw enough, half an island and half a breath away, that underneath it isn't covered in anything but more dust and blood and ghosts no one ever acknowledged either.