No. There's something different from his hair color. Ken has a slightly brownish hue to it, and the one standing in front of me...
"..."
...Was pure white. When did Ken change his hair color? It's Just like Mr. -
"You're still alive, huh..." The man in front of me suddenly spoke in a sluggish tone, still looking melancholy at the calm ocean. "No. rather than alive, you're still a whole..." he then laughed lightly.
"...Mr. Aaron?"
"..."
"Is that you Mr. Aaron?"
"...What are you doing here?"
There's no mistaking his voice; the man standing in front of me was... Mr. Aaron. The same drunkard who created me in his apartment room with tight pants on. Not even looking at me as he spoke in a low tone. How many months did we last see each other? But why did I think of Ken as I watch him? Perhaps because of his hairstyle?
"...?"
I'm sure he has long white hair, he often ties it in a ponytail even. What's with him changing into a different hairstyle? A change of image perhaps? A new fashion trend? In any case, I don't understand it...
"What about you," I asked him back, "what are you doing here?"
"..."
He didn't utter a word nor budge a muscle as he still stood in front of me with his back facing me. I then slowly lifted my right foot, planning to walk closer to get a closer look at him.
"I look horrible," Before I even place a step, he interrupted. "I'm sure you don't want to see me like this."
I've already seen him drunk a few times, what's the difference that it makes? I don't understand why won't he face me properly, but -
"...Understood," I still replied, placing my foot back where it originally was. I don't know what to do but stare at his back silently.
"It's been months, huh?" He then started talking, still with his sluggish tone, "I didn't imagine you'd be here."
"Nor did I."
Everything happened because for some reason that's why I don't believe in 'luck' but that's probably one way to explain why I'm here. If I went to the other side of the road, I'm probably still wandering aimlessly until now.
"Still the same dumb fuck..." he mumbled, giggling a bit.
"..."
Am I a dumb fuck back then? What's a dumb fuck in the first place?
"I can't even remember what you look like anymore," he continued giggling, sitting slowly on the ground with his feet crossed, "maybe I'm a dumb fuck too."
"...What are you doing here, Mr. Aaron?"
Asking the same question that he ignored earlier was the only thing that I thought of.
"...How funny that I find this moon's beautiful glim vexing," he paused a bit and started talking in a low tone, fixing his eyes on the moon intently. "Every time I stare at it when I'm here, I get the urge to drink myself until I pass out."
"...You almost did."
"It's a better choice than sticking a gun in my throat, am I right?" he laughed, laying his back on the ground with both of his hands at the back of his head. "It's a shame that I forgot to bring it here..."
"You mean your toy revolver?"
"Toy?"
"Yes, there were no bullets loaded when I looked at it the last time."
