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paixaorpg2006-03-02 05:11 am
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Getting Rained On Really, REALLY sucks. [Solo]
Character(s): Yaten Kou
Content: ...A certian weather pattern (and familiar nightmare) wakes Yaten up. ...He is not happy about it.
Setting: About an hour's one-footed hobble away from Cid's Shop.
Time: Thursday Morning
Warnings: ...There is a total of one curse word in this whole post. Shock. o_o
--There's no way this is happening, Yaten reasoned of his nightmare a moment before all but throwing himself into a seated position. The white-haired sixteen-year-old grumbled as another fact came to him.
It had started raining. Oh well, at least he wasn't... really alone. It was easier to get a grip on reality this way, seeing other people (even if they did kind of creep him out with their same-ness) and just... moving on with his day. He pushed himself off of his bench, looking around. Now, how the hell was he gonna get somewhere? He didn't... particularly want to stay at Cid's, but the amount of people-- Yaten shook his head, making a face at the fact that he was getting rained on. Okay, so he'd find a place to think, first.
He started hobbling in the general direction he had come from. About fifteen minutes into his little trip and he could think of nowhere else to go but Cid's. He sighed. I'm gonna be soaked by the time I get there. Oh well.
At least there were no Anima-Mates, no Phages, no Galaxia to worry about, here. He was glad for it- it didn't seem like a day had gone by, in Japan, where he wasn't dealing with that. He kept himself (quite stupidly) amused the whole little hobbling trip by singing. He was probably going to get a cold, out here, but he didn't really care. He'd deal with it. At least it wasn't sweat- sweat managed to smell and Yaten hated it with a violent passion.
"Kamereon no toiki..."
Somehow, singing amused him the whole way to Cid's. Even if his "good" leg was screaming at him for hopping on it so goddamned much.
Content: ...A certian weather pattern (and familiar nightmare) wakes Yaten up. ...He is not happy about it.
Setting: About an hour's one-footed hobble away from Cid's Shop.
Time: Thursday Morning
Warnings: ...There is a total of one curse word in this whole post. Shock. o_o
--There's no way this is happening, Yaten reasoned of his nightmare a moment before all but throwing himself into a seated position. The white-haired sixteen-year-old grumbled as another fact came to him.
It had started raining. Oh well, at least he wasn't... really alone. It was easier to get a grip on reality this way, seeing other people (even if they did kind of creep him out with their same-ness) and just... moving on with his day. He pushed himself off of his bench, looking around. Now, how the hell was he gonna get somewhere? He didn't... particularly want to stay at Cid's, but the amount of people-- Yaten shook his head, making a face at the fact that he was getting rained on. Okay, so he'd find a place to think, first.
He started hobbling in the general direction he had come from. About fifteen minutes into his little trip and he could think of nowhere else to go but Cid's. He sighed. I'm gonna be soaked by the time I get there. Oh well.
At least there were no Anima-Mates, no Phages, no Galaxia to worry about, here. He was glad for it- it didn't seem like a day had gone by, in Japan, where he wasn't dealing with that. He kept himself (quite stupidly) amused the whole little hobbling trip by singing. He was probably going to get a cold, out here, but he didn't really care. He'd deal with it. At least it wasn't sweat- sweat managed to smell and Yaten hated it with a violent passion.
"Kamereon no toiki..."
Somehow, singing amused him the whole way to Cid's. Even if his "good" leg was screaming at him for hopping on it so goddamned much.