j u r i
Lackluster || Sarcastic || Unambitious
Born at 4pm on the 12th of November, 2007.
Thank you so much to Kiru for my Gallion!
I'd been away for a long time. Almost couldn't bear to go back; didn't want to see them changed. People always change. That's the wonderful, terrible thing about life. Why should my family be any different? But I came back anyway. I thought it had been enough time for them to forget about me. I'd tried to forget about them.
I guess those stupid cliches about "going home" really are true, though. You can always come back. It doesn't matter how long it's been. They'll never stop caring about you, wherever you go. They wait for you. It was like it had only been a day; only the pictures on the wall reflected the passing years.
I walked through the front door and straight into her arms.
Juri is a nomad, never satisfied with staying in one place, disliking being held down. He doesn't connect well with people, and just as well; he wouldn't want his attachment to anyone to keep him there. Responsibility belongs to other people. Not Juri. He plays the guitar, plays it like he was born to play it. Never says much. Just lets his fingers glide across the strings he knows so well.
He travels around a lot, performing at different little places for money here or there, never there for more than a few nights. He turns aside job offers and keeps going, city to city; a mixture of hitch-hiking, train-hopping, and just walking. It's almost like he's looking for something. But he probably doesn't even realize what it is. It's why he left it behind in the first place.
I don't really want to talk about it.
The cute act doesn't work on me, sweetheart.
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