Paper Wings [Mature/Closed]
Jan 19, 2014 18:36:35 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2014 18:36:35 GMT
A new start, new beginnings, an ending to something old. It's amazing how much can change in a single day, and how much a single day can change someone's life. Moving to an entirely different country would be a massive event for anyone to take in, and none felt the pain of that which was left behind more than a certain young man lazily looking over the edge of the balcony of his parents' new apartment. Shibuya wasn't necessarily the worst place to move, aside from the language barrier beginning to kick into realization a bit too soon, but this kid wasn't exactly the sort to take in the air. The blonde wasn't used to it at all anymore.
It hadn't even been a day since Karo had arrived in Japan, and it already felt like an eternity since he had left from the airport in Germany. The teen released a drawn out sigh as he turned on his heel and walked back inside through the patio door. He nearly tripped over the frame, still not used to the new variables of this new home, but managed not to fall flat on his face surprisingly.
"Almost. You almost got me there, life, you ferocious cuntbag." A soft growl broke from his throat, and Karo stomped off toward the kitchen. May as well eat, no sense creating edgy inner-monologues and sounding like a whiner on an empty stomach. As he opened the science oven's magical doorway, he tossed the closest thing in reach within. A Pop-Tart, obviously, best choice. Not too filling, but not quite fruity enough to label him as a homosexual either. After he tapped on the buttons for a bit and attempted not to fight with the machine before him for not working, a faint whir began to radiate from within.
Karo turned, leaned upon the counter, and waited as patiently as he could. That wasn't really saying much when you were the guy who grew impatient when things weren't quite going his way though. He tried to think about other things to pass the time. Like, for example, why the hell his dad had to move here, why he had to be ripped away from everything he knew back in his dark bedroom in Germany, and why the sound of electricity was filling his ears.
Sparks flew about from the microwave's door before he even noticed the Pop-Tart's wrapper he had failed to remove first had caught ablaze. In a panic, Karo grabbed at the handle and flung the door open. Smoke rolled out, bringing a coughing fit his way, and a groan turned into an aggravated yell as the blonde stomped away from the hazy mess. Science oven had failed him. All hope was lost.
"I can't even have a fucking pastry?! How about you just drop a baby auf meinem lap as vell?!" Arms crossed, he made his way back over to what he had been sure would be a much larger blaze (or maybe he'd hoped it). To his surprise, however, what should have been crispy aluminum and Pop-Tart was now an object much larger. Rounder. Yeah, it was round, and it was exactly what he'd asked for.
Too shocked to even speak to himself like a madman, Karo edged closer to the impossible egg. He knew Japan was a weird as fuck place and all, but was this even normal by their standards? Giant eggs appearing in your microwave? Bizarre, that was for sure, but he'd find out where this... thing came from, and why it was in his new place at that.
The teen picked up what he assumed would make a monstrous omelette, and carried downstairs. His mom was down there, but she was too busy listening to music and vacuuming to pay him any mind. It wasn't too hard to sneak out, even with a burden in tow.
"If I can't find who you belong to, I could always throw you in a river... huehuehue..."
It hadn't even been a day since Karo had arrived in Japan, and it already felt like an eternity since he had left from the airport in Germany. The teen released a drawn out sigh as he turned on his heel and walked back inside through the patio door. He nearly tripped over the frame, still not used to the new variables of this new home, but managed not to fall flat on his face surprisingly.
"Almost. You almost got me there, life, you ferocious cuntbag." A soft growl broke from his throat, and Karo stomped off toward the kitchen. May as well eat, no sense creating edgy inner-monologues and sounding like a whiner on an empty stomach. As he opened the science oven's magical doorway, he tossed the closest thing in reach within. A Pop-Tart, obviously, best choice. Not too filling, but not quite fruity enough to label him as a homosexual either. After he tapped on the buttons for a bit and attempted not to fight with the machine before him for not working, a faint whir began to radiate from within.
Karo turned, leaned upon the counter, and waited as patiently as he could. That wasn't really saying much when you were the guy who grew impatient when things weren't quite going his way though. He tried to think about other things to pass the time. Like, for example, why the hell his dad had to move here, why he had to be ripped away from everything he knew back in his dark bedroom in Germany, and why the sound of electricity was filling his ears.
Sparks flew about from the microwave's door before he even noticed the Pop-Tart's wrapper he had failed to remove first had caught ablaze. In a panic, Karo grabbed at the handle and flung the door open. Smoke rolled out, bringing a coughing fit his way, and a groan turned into an aggravated yell as the blonde stomped away from the hazy mess. Science oven had failed him. All hope was lost.
"I can't even have a fucking pastry?! How about you just drop a baby auf meinem lap as vell?!" Arms crossed, he made his way back over to what he had been sure would be a much larger blaze (or maybe he'd hoped it). To his surprise, however, what should have been crispy aluminum and Pop-Tart was now an object much larger. Rounder. Yeah, it was round, and it was exactly what he'd asked for.
Too shocked to even speak to himself like a madman, Karo edged closer to the impossible egg. He knew Japan was a weird as fuck place and all, but was this even normal by their standards? Giant eggs appearing in your microwave? Bizarre, that was for sure, but he'd find out where this... thing came from, and why it was in his new place at that.
The teen picked up what he assumed would make a monstrous omelette, and carried downstairs. His mom was down there, but she was too busy listening to music and vacuuming to pay him any mind. It wasn't too hard to sneak out, even with a burden in tow.
"If I can't find who you belong to, I could always throw you in a river... huehuehue..."