Jackets And Memories

Sark walked along on the street. The sun was closer towards setting, but Sark enjoyed it. It felt so weird to be walking with the breeze going through his air, able to truly feel in a way that felt different to his normal farm. He had the charm for a few days and he loved it already. But there was only one thought that dampened his mood, ever since it first happened. Percy.

His mind went through a million thoughts when he saw Percy. But his biggest thought was confusion. He had to find Percy and talk with him... They didn't exactly leave it clean, since the last time Sark saw Percy, he thought Percy died. A new thought entered Sark's mind. Couldn't Percy have contacted him? Now he just felt hurt and a little bit angry. He huffed as he stuffed his hands into his jacket's pockets. Okay, now he just felt hurt when he realised, once again for the hundredth time since he went out with the jacket on, that it was Percy's. He'd have to give it back.

What would he even say if he saw Percy again? Sorry that you apparently died and never contacted me?! Sark groaned to himself as he pinched the bridge of his nose. It wasn't like he was gonna just bump into Percy on the street. He'd have to actually ask around. Anywhere else, it'd be pretty easy but Sark had seen so many people who could almost match Percy's description. This will be rough.

@SomethingWitty

Sark walked into someone. He was mid grumbling to himself and still had his nose pinched. The resulting bump made him almost jab his own eyes so he turned to whoever just walked into him. He wasn't gonna fight them, but he'd make it clear he could've gone blind to whoever just walked into him.
Of course he saw the white hair, the features, the walk... everything that just said it was Percy.

Of course. He heavily sighed. Time to do this. He roughly grabbed Percy's shoulder and shook it. "Percy, it's me, Sark." He had a lot firmer tone compared to when he saw Percy previous. He felt hurt and angry. But he just really needed to talk to Percy now. But, he still sounded like Sark. His voice was still the same, how he held himself was the same, even the motions he took was exactly the same. He once again felt anger and hurt because of Percy.

He clenched his jaw a little. He was wearing the jacket when he was about to have a serious relationship talk with Percy. But maintained the more stern look he had on his face and looked at Percy seriously.

@SomethingWitty

Sark’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Percy. It really angered him that this was how Percy acted. He knew he looked different, but he still sounded and acted the exact same! He suppressed shouting in Percy’s face right then and there.

He instead pulled his hand away from Percy, straightened himself and maintained as neutral a look as he could. “I saw you die. Then you just... just... turn up! Like nothing happened.” Despite trying to maintain his cool, he raised his volume slightly and clearly sounded agitated plus a little hurt. He couldn’t believe Percy never even contacted him.

That brought Sark to his next point. “Did you even try to contact me, Percy?” He sounded far more hurt than angry by this point. He had spent the rest of the trip to Manta Carlos after watching Percy EXPLODE grieving. He’d lost his third love to death too soon, and he took a long time to get over it. He had only just gotten over to it upon arriving to the island. Now Percy was back, right when Sark was in a relationship.