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Hiro enjoyed hearing about Haneul's interest, the sudden concept of photography seeming fun and different from what he had originally thought of it. He had never really thought of taking pictures as something really cool, but memories did make up for it. Hyorin Hayato Park was rather shy when it came to taking pictures, and he usually did his best to avoiding the people that wanted pictures from him. But, something about the way she described the beauty that was photography enchanted him, and made him stare at her in awe. Taking a simple picture of someone or something does all that?
He laughed a little, his dead, very empty looking eyes for the first time ever, sparkling. He had never felt, or seen his eyes glimmer in such fascination before. He had always hidden his awe under the mask of an emotionless void, that always made him seem like an asshole. Even so, her going on and on about pictures and how they meant so much truly made him feel some type of way. It made him feel a spark. What kind of spark, though?? He honestly didn't know.
"That was beautiful..." He gasped in a cheerful manner, his eyes still showing his newfound fascinated glimmer that he had never seen for most of his life after moving from Kyoto. In Japan, he was a rather happy kid, who's smile was so bright and eyes were always sparkling. But after what had happened, he had lost that side of him, stuffing it in a far corner, putting on an antisocial, stoic persona. So, getting this feeling after so long felt amazing. It felt like he could cry in tears of joy at any moment.
But, he didn't, of course. He didn't want to get emotional, so he just kept on listening to Haneul. "Wow, that's so cool. I've never really thought of it like that." He began, running his hand through his hair to just ruffle it a bit, no exact reason to why he did so. "I...really like flowers! They're very pretty, and plus, watching a small bud grow into a colorful plant always makes me feel excited. One day, I want to have a backyard that is like one of those secret magical gardens that they have in movies. I want it to be decorated with flowers and plants of all kinds, and all different types of small, pretty creatures roaming around in the garden. It would be lovely." He confessed with a laugh, his eyes drifting off toward the grass, which had small, simple patches of flowers in certain areas.
Taking a quick glance at Haneul once again, he watched as she sent something to someone on her phone. Giving a shy grin, he looked at the patches of flowers once again. He didn't want to go home at all today. He just wanted to stay right here. Right here, with the person that made his eyes sparkle once again.[/fancypost]
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