Silence is one's best friend [Makoto] ●

[Judas Moore]

Judas had eagerly waited for this weekend to enjoy a bit of time with dropping off some toys to the orphanage. He helped keep the place up to date by using his knowledge of basic carpentry and other such things. It just…he felt like he needed to do it. Even if he was marked as a criminal, he felt like his job was to help out other people as much as he could. At least innocent kids. Kids were small, adorable, and usually were pretty innocent when it came to the problems in their lives. His mother helped at the hospital- he wanted to help where he felt more connected. So in one arm, he carried a bag full of beanie plushies, toy cars, and just in general things he knew he liked to play with as a child.

So as he reached the children’s home, a small smile flickered to Judas’ face. It was hard to be happy in the face of this rather unhappy place sometimes. However he felt like maybe if he just helped out somehow, a kid would feel better. Something good would happen. Blue eyes gave a cursory glance around the front area- seeing if there was any broken down toys and he was pleased to see most of the fixes in place that he had done last time. The windows were clean- the car’s wheel was still intact, all of those things he could do- and they lasted. He was greeted by one of the women who worked there, who gave him a rough hug and cooed at him briefly.

It used to make him rather uncomfortable, but he just realized that was ‘Mary’ and ‘Mary did whatever Mary was going to do and you couldn’t do a thing about it’. So as he handed over the toys, he gave a small smile to the woman and briefly asked her about fixing anything. He almost jumped out of the skin when Mary yelled at the top of her lungs for an unfamiliar name for him to show him to the kitchen. She briefly tittered about him looking at the sink and ducked off. He was now standing in the middle off the hallway rubbing his ear. Because the woman had the pipes of a siren. Ow.

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Tag:@Makoto Nakahara

[Makoto Nakahara]

Fingers were being picked at nervously by the thick-haired boy who stood a little aside from all of the other children. He didn’t like it here. It wasn’t that anyone was mean to him or anything like that, it was just too loud. Makoto had always been someone who preferred and craved peace and silence above all else. He could deal with Shizuko and Katsu being loud sometimes, they were siblings, and it was his place to protect them and not criticize them. And he enjoyed playing with them, of course, but at the moment he simply wasn’t in the mood.

He hadn’t been much in the mood for playing anything deemed ‘normal’ for a child his age since the event had happened and his parents disappeared. His mind kept going back to what he could have done, what he might have done wrong. Should he have entered their room that morning even though they had always told him not to? Would it have made a difference? Should he have called someone sooner, or told his teacher? A bottom lip was pulled into his mouth and chewed on as he fretted, though his fretting would be cut short as he heard his name screamed from the hall.

He flinched, a frown working its way onto his features. Mary was a nice woman, but she was very loud. And as he peaked into the hall and heard the order for him to show that man to the kitchen, his frown only became more pronounced. Makoto was nervous at best around strange people, especially strange adults. However, he’d never been one to go against an instruction either. He approached the man, golden eyes trailed at the ground while fingers pushed themselves together. “Follow me.” He mumbled softly, perhaps too softly for the man to even hear, before he turned and lead the way to the kitchen, looking back over his shoulder every now and then to make sure the man was following him.

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Judas Moore

[Judas Moore]

Judas blinked briefly as he saw Mary’s hair disappear around the corner. Rough gloves on his ear did nothing to soothe the ringing but it disappeared as soon as it came. He worked around saws and loud machines all the time so he grew used to the never ending sea of loud noises. Makoto however was an unfamiliar name to him. It sounded Japanese- but he didn’t want to assume. Well, he did already so as long as he didn’t say anything aloud it would probably be fine. He barely had time to put his thoughts in order as a young brunette child appeared.

Makoto- he was guessing. He was barely ten, Judas guessed. He was rather small and he could tell the other right off the bat was not wanting to be his guide. However he seemed attentive with the task he was told, offering immediate orders and expecting Judas to follow. He heard his boots thump gently against the floor before he really realized he was moving forward. Makoto wasn’t one for talking- but it seemed rude for him to just not try and talk at all. It was hard here, he would like to be a friend if he could.

“My name is Judas- from Mary’s yell, you’re Makoto right?” His blue eyes focused on the younger one leading him. He was well aware where the kitchen was – but he didn’t see the point to say that to either Mary or the kid. “It’s nice to meet you.” He added gently, but inwardly wondered why children needed to bite at his hand without him even doing anything. He hoped Makoto would realize he wasn’t doing anything in particular and he could be at least talked to.

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Tag:@Makoto Nakahara