[ Tatara isn't thinking about where they really are. He may as well be back home, and if it weren't for Khun's hand, he would have lost himself entirely.

As he sits, he places his orange juice on the table. ]

It is. [ He sighs, clearly missing the place. He eases into the couch, his shoulder nestled comfortably against Khun's. ] A hangout spot for a couple of friends became the base of operations for the Third and Red King and his clan...

[ Bathed in the afternoon rays, Tatara tilts his head to look up at Khun, a strange mix of emotion on his face. ]

I hope you like him.