I mean, I'm not intending to cast doubt on the existence of grandmas that hoot like owls as a hobby or whatever. I don't got any right to give little old ladies shit for what they do for fun. That's like. Their own private nan business.

[and that's not what Ryuji asked you, Dave. but he takes the hint and settles down next to him, not quite close enough to use Ryuji's arm as a pillow, but he still doesn't leave a whole lot of distance between them.]

The park, though? It was quiet — not a lot of shade aside from that one line of oak trees, so there weren't a lot of people out there in the middle of the summer. I used to listen to music there a lot. Or just chill. There was a store right across the street, too, so I'd usually go get some apple juice or something if I had cash.

[he folds his hands across his front, swiping through his mental photo feed of those moments. as peaceful as that sounds, he's also never really been one for quiet.]

Don't really know how obvious it is from the photos, but summers can be pretty brutal there. Does it get really hot in Japan?