Mike doesn't know where Dongying is, he'd guess China, sounds ...more or less correct, but he's willing to bet by the looks the other man has given as people go by and about their business, this isn't much like like where Jin Guangyao is from, either.
Fuck it, Mike can be a follower today - it's hot for him, too. Too chilly out here, and the warmth of it goes nicely with the little hit of acidity and something ...else? This isn't the sake he remembers, but that in and of itself causes a small laugh.
They both know what sake is, though. That's a start. And, yes, in a place where the beaches are full of prosthetics, and the sea is full of squids who are also just like them and yet to wake and be handed a bag with a random assortments of painful memories in them (or is that just him?) ...maybe it's the best start they can hope for.
No tape recorders, but sake. And beer, probably. He didn't get a weird look when he'd mentioned that. "Maybe not as different as ...all this." a general nod around the boardwalk - the mishmash of styles and people and if one looks closely ...things that might be classified as creatures. He's trying not to dive into that, and treat it like a head injury induced Renaissance Festival? Outdoor convention with a small side of Halloween?
It's easy enough to find a bench to sit on, even one with a table if that's desired. Where he hesitates is if he should put his back to the ocean or to the better part of the boardwalk, and eventually will settle on the latter. "Maybe another couple of these and I won't have to think too much about this. It's very..."
The writer has just run out of words for what this is. Nothing quite cuts it.
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Fuck it, Mike can be a follower today - it's hot for him, too. Too chilly out here, and the warmth of it goes nicely with the little hit of acidity and something ...else? This isn't the sake he remembers, but that in and of itself causes a small laugh.
They both know what sake is, though. That's a start. And, yes, in a place where the beaches are full of prosthetics, and the sea is full of squids who are also just like them and yet to wake and be handed a bag with a random assortments of painful memories in them (or is that just him?) ...maybe it's the best start they can hope for.
No tape recorders, but sake. And beer, probably. He didn't get a weird look when he'd mentioned that. "Maybe not as different as ...all this." a general nod around the boardwalk - the mishmash of styles and people and if one looks closely ...things that might be classified as creatures. He's trying not to dive into that, and treat it like a head injury induced Renaissance Festival? Outdoor convention with a small side of Halloween?
It's easy enough to find a bench to sit on, even one with a table if that's desired. Where he hesitates is if he should put his back to the ocean or to the better part of the boardwalk, and eventually will settle on the latter. "Maybe another couple of these and I won't have to think too much about this. It's very..."
The writer has just run out of words for what this is. Nothing quite cuts it.