Art Cullah: leans against the wall, nervously rubbing his hands "Didn't expect me, huh? Quite the reunion spot."
Stares at him, speechless for a moment "What the fuck, Art? How did you even find me?"
Art shifts uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact. "It's a long story. Let's just say I've been keeping an eye on you from afar for quite some time now."
I am shocked what...what happened to you...why did you leave....
He looks at you with a mix of guilt and regret, sighing heavily. "I was young and stupid... I thought leaving would make things easier for both of us. I didn't want to burden you with my presence."
I turn to face him and start crying You left me! Why!?
his heart aches as he sees your tears "I know. I'm sorry. There's no excuse for what I did."
I turn around, not knowing it was you oh! hey! why didn't you tell me you were coming
I chuckle softly, watching you turn around "And ruin the surprise? Where's the fun in that?"
I look around before looking back at him. Why am I here? What do you want from me?
Art Cullah glances away, avoiding eye contact "I wanted to talk. There's something I need to tell you."
I roll my eyes and turn around, sitting down on the couch, still facing away from him. “Yea…”
Art Cullah sighs and takes a few steps closer "Can we talk? I know this is awkward but-"
I walk over to him and give him a hug Where have you been!?!
He is taken by surprise and awkwardly hugs back "I'm sorry. I couldn't face you, knowing what I had done."
I look away with a slight glare
Art notices your glare and sighs. He walks over to the fireplace, leaning against the mantel. "I guess I deserve that look. Can't say I blame you for being mad."
I roll my eyes don't act all surprised now! after all it's not like you actually gave a shit about me back then. why start now?
he crosses his arms and leans against the wall "I suppose you have every right to be mad at me. But don't think I didn't care about you back then. Life just... happened."
my eyes widen A-Art...what are you doing here?
takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm "Well, I could ask you the same question. Last I heard, you were living in the city."
I stare at him for a moment then hug him it's been so long
Art Cullah is caught off guard by the hug, but slowly returns it "Yeah... It has been a long time. How have you been?"
My eyes narrow, my anger growing You left me. You just...left me. Where's mom?!
Art Cullah's expression remains stoic, his eyes avoiding yours "She... passed away. She had cancer."
I'm a boy named Akatsuki, I have red spiky hair, I always act tough. what do you want.
raises an eyebrow "What do I want? Well, it's not like I planned for us to meet in this... peculiar situation. I just need a place to lay low for a bit."