17 May 2021, 18:51
Tripping Over Robes
Suzuki had already experienced enough that life itself wasn't freedom. Freedom was a part of life, and it only came into play at certain times. To put it simply, freedom was a chameleon. Only in certain places, and sometimes it couldn't even be found. Despite her thoughts about the girl's phrase, she decided to just hand her a shrug, and a " Who said life itself is freedom?". That reminded Suzuki that she didn't know the girl's name yet, but she didn't ask. She didn't really need to know.
Like freedom was a chameleon, a name was just a sticker. Something someone else brands you with- something you can't change, something that gets stuck with you for the rest of your life. Suzuki didn't even know what the meaning of her name was.
" Japan. Fukuoka."
As far as anything went, really, Suzuki didn't really care or need friends. She didn't have any preferences over whether she had them or not, but... She had some acquaintances back in London- random kids she'd fought with on the street. Rivalries that turned into grudging respect, then into mutual friendship. Most of the time though, it stayed at the respect part. The more you won in street fighting, the more respected you were, and the more people both tried to get your attention and tried to avoid you.
It was decent.
" What's your name?"
viva la vida