• coolbutnastykenji
• cutekaichou

He’s walking absently, hands in his pockets, when music stops him. Neo turns his head with a bit of a curious air, and without further ado begins to walk towards it. A woman is dancing–her body contorts to the rapid beats of the tapping animal skin drum–Neo blinks because he’s not sure what it is she’s supposed to do. Her wrists rotate in smooth, easy movements, back arching with a slick curve that may as well be considered inappropriate, but people continue to watch nevertheless. She is mesmerising, in that exotic way. Both of Neo’s brows raise slightly.

When she’s finished, he asks the person standing beside him what it is she did.

A birth dance.

Huh. That’s new.

It’s with this thought in mind that the next day has him heading to the library in search of the older cultures of south east Asia. Neo’s fingers brush against the spines of various historical references, blue eyes taking them in with a seriousness normally unlike him. Information gathering, however, is a strong point of his–and he’s rather proud of his methodical procedures of going about it.

He finally finds it, eyes zooming in and focusing on a book, but as he reaches out for it, his fingers gently brush against the knuckles of another person.

Curiosity wins out. He looks at the stranger.

And then: “Did you want that?”