Plot: It’s evening and you come across…

Jiro takes a moment to daydream of a place such as Avalon. In Tojo, there were strict rules and expectations. An image to uphold under the tight scrutiny of his father. In earnest, it sounded as if Avalon and Tojo were quite the opposites, yet... He and Finch were so alike. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

He comes back to their conversation with a blink and a disappointed sigh. "Yeah, unless The Kaicho approves of them, no one is allowed in," there is contempt in his tone as his lip curls slightly. What was the point of ever leaving the bamboo if no one could ever bring home a friend? Didn't his father ever get tired of keeping such a rigid border? Jiro doesn't start at her sudden blurting of words, but instead nods sadly. "Kinda why I'm here tonight," the boy admits looking to Finch. "He doesn't wanna shelter us, but prefers his privacy I s'pose," Jiro's nose wrinkles as he rolls his eyes before plopping himself back down onto his back.

Staring up at the stars, he lets out another sigh. "It'd be nice to be able to look at the stars every night," he admits softly, his deep tenor a gentle rumble compared to his massive size.