When It Rains, It Pours! [Rose] Nov 1, 2018 1:56:15 GMT
Post by Genesis (Basile) on Nov 1, 2018 1:56:15 GMT
Greater Shibuya was not a nice place to live.
It was a cold night in Greater Shibuya, the cold winds tearing through the ward and freezing it's residents. It was nearly 3:00 AM and the seedier residents were out and about in force, It was a surprising sight then to passersby that a blonde man strode through the district. The man seemed no different than any other, in no way special... but he carried a confidence and sense of ease about him. It was hard to fear where one lived after all. He moved with no sense of urgency as he walked the streets, side stepping the drunk and homeless alike as he travelled. On the opposite side of the street a woman and young man were in a screaming match, their voices travelling for entire city blocks.
Eventually the sound of domestic violence faded into the wind as he headed down a side street riddled with drunks, drug addicts and hookers alike. Basile sighed, running a hand through his messy blonde locks. Greater Shibuya... was not a nice place to live. Why he hadn't stumped up the money to move to a nice neighbourhood was simple if you really thought about it, A nice neighbourhood meant more 'friendly people'. On the surface 'friendly people' were a great thing, always willing to help out, always willing to lend things... and always interested in why you were coming home at 3:00 AM looking like hell and torn up.
Another Corner and his home was in sight, It... fit the district he lived in quite well. Paint that really could use a bit of a touch up, a paved garden with weeds growing between the stones. A trio of stone paving slabs formed stairs leading up to a tacky looking door that didn't match the rest of the wall. Dodging a drunkard and it's keeper -wife- and entering his garden. He heard some noise off down the far end of the street but was determined to mind his own business. That was one of the unspoken laws of Greater Shibuya, keep your nose in your own business and you'd safe, mostly.
As he entered his home, firmly locking his door and sliding the deadbolt across. Basile relaxed, letting the tension bleed out of his body with a large sigh as he took in his home -in his own mind, his kingdom-, Wooden flooring, floral wall paper depicting a budding chrysanthemum on a beige background leading up to an oaken banister, and two other rooms -a front room and a kitchen- and a second floor above. Basile smiled as he moved upstairs quietly, taking care not to wake his poor partner. She'd managed to tucker herself out doing absolutely nothing and laughing at his new friend.
As he reached the second floor and followed the rich red carpet to his bedroom he reflected on what had happened today... it was certainly a roller coaster. Moving Quietly he dug into his bag pack and gently extracted his 'Cinder-burrito' -his partner wrapped in a blanket- and placed her softly on his bed. Placing his Backpack on the floor next to his bed and his Digivice on his computer desk before going back downstairs taking care not to wake his partner.
As he entered his white tiled kitchen and flicked on the light, he started up the grill and toaster, putting bread in and setting the device on. While he was doing this, he reached into his fridge and withdrew a block of cheese, before cutting off several long thin slices and replacing the dairy product within and closing his refrigerator. With nothing left to do, he let his mind wander back to that lovely 3 hours he'd spent in the park... Meeting a new person, kissing her rather shamelessly... and perhaps gaining a friend... a novel concept, but not an unwelcome one. A surprise to be sure, but a pleasant one.
Miyu Feng and Bloom... He'd have to get in touch with them, They were a small exception to his usual disdain for others... A lonely girl that wasn't quite as jaded as she could be. The type to always look on the positive and ignore the negative... He could use some of that in his life. Where she saw sun, he saw sunburn. Where she saw Ice Cream, he saw headaches and tooth decay... She was a breath of fresh air to a drowning man. He hated that she'd gotten so close to him so very very soon. She'd gotten past all his defences with a smile and an ever so slight accent.
C'est Vrai, he'd always had a weakness for girls, women in particular but... he had no idea he'd let it get this bad. He was a damned fool-- Anything else the young frenchman had been thinking was cut off by his toast popping up and startling him. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he quickly went about layering the cheese on top of the toast and melting the cheese. Top it off with barbecue sauce -an old favourite of his from his childhood- and he was biting into the hot snack with abandon.