I want the feeling of constant warmth and the sight of a fierce, but compassionate gaze.
I want the sound of cheerful laughter and the taste of the sake we drank together.
I want the comforting smell of fire and the knowledge that he'll never die.
But...
Right now...
I need the sound of snoring and the sight of marimo green hair.
I need the sight of sun-kissed orange hair and the smell of tangerines.
I need the ever-present smell of gunpowder and the sound of weak, but funny lies.
I need the taste of food, seasoned to perfection and the smell of cigarette smoke.
I need the feeling of soft fur and the bitter taste of medicine.
I need the sight of multiple limbs and the sound of runes spoken in another language
I need the taste of bubbling cola and the sight of a Speedo in every season
I need the sound of music that makes me want to dance and the feeling of thin bones.
I can't have what I want,
But I can have what I need.
I need my crew.