hanayo koizumi !

When he got there, he noticed another person. They appeared to be singing..But, unfortunately, he couldn’t exactly make it all out. Music is something Kaito enjoys, he was literally and practically built for it. He got a bit closer to the stranger, who appeared to be a rather short but cute girl. And then he felt like he did something wrong when she freaked out over him. ]

“N-no! I wanted to hear you sing. You have a really nice voice! You sound like you’ve been doing this for a long time…”

           ❝ Y-you’re very kind... ❞

          Despite compliments, she needed more time to collect herself after feelings of fright and embarrassment. She took a deep breath, finally becoming capable of offering a smile to the other. As a nervous tick, thin digits still tapped against each other as she spoke. While she was capable of speaking to the other, being able to sing to solely one other person was a far more impossible task. 

This heated, shadowy world incubated an amalgamation of the microcosms that were individual nightmares, transforming the foundations of human trepidation into an all-inclusive, conscious night-terror. The silence, the heat, the dismembered script, and the faces clotted his memory of what the fair city was previously and, having nowhere else to go, his thoughts strayed and wrapped around the vague concept of a self-aware, inanimate body, such that a lucid dreamer might experience unconsciously–the tangible form is in no danger, yet the mind exists in an unfathomable elsewhere.

There was a chance the vagrant had managed to fortify himself from the mental repercussions of this ill environment, though he could not care to recall, losing the possibility to disregard, for he had seen himself among the shadows, ambling, senseless. He froze, his vision a tunnel upon the face, watching noiselessly as the diurnal ghost passed him without regard from but a mere two feet away, on a path to some esoteric destination or nowhere at all. Vexation marred his expression, but still he said nothing, thenceforth choosing to wander via the canal, which seemed relatively devoid of the phantasms.

He moved cautiously and without attention to where or how far he traveled, recognizing that he had no solid purpose and therefore could not consider himself lost, for he was just looking–looking for anything, however profoundly he had begun to believe that he was the only being in this deadened world. Perhaps this seeding theory attributed to the atypical relief that (albeit in a delayed fashion) followed being yelled at and nailed in the side of the face with a stick – such was an emotive reaction even he would find puzzling.

While the blow hardly injured him, Allen reeled back from the mere shock of it, emitting a guttural sound of surprise, his hand now hanging in midair after having reached out in a futile attempt to block the petty weapon.

         Fear had quite a toll on one’s imagination. She expected to be faced with a monster- a crook at least, but the curt words offered by the other weren’t as ominous as expected. Surprise opened her eyes, only to view what seemed to be an innocent bystander who’s confusion must have either matched or surpassed her own.

        Guilt overcame all prior emotion as she immediately dropped her flimsy weapon. Perhaps he would find the tears swelling up over lavender hues uncalled for or ridiculous, but the function was inevitable. She lacked the desire to confront others, so she naturally felt remorse for her actions as her conscience only scolded her more.

          ❝ I-I really d-didn’t mean to-❞

         Sniffling and deep inhales prevented her from finishing her statement. Sleeves served as an adequate tool for drying her eyes; honestly, she found her behavior pitiful. At times she wished that she had the same strength as most of her friends- in this manner, she still had to grow. Then again, if circumstances such as these were thrown at her in order to assist this growth, she would prefer stagnancy.          

         ❝I-it’s just scary and s-so many people are so s-strong, but I-I’m just-❞

         Complete thoughts had evaded her person entirely. She wasn’t even entirely sure that he could understand her mutterings between sobs and the frequent wiping and covering of her countenance. The girl wasn’t sure of the person’s benevolence; she didn’t know if he would shove her aside and continue onward or tell her that she was forgiven. Regardless, she would remain only more distraught if she stayed incapable of being able to apologize properly.

                                  Where are we? What the hell is going on?                                       The dust has only just begun to fall,                                   Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.

Event 01 { Jun 1 - Jun 8 }

Not that the redhead cared in slightest. A part of him almost wanted to quit school and find his own resources to build his life, but his dream was to be a bureaucrat unexpectedly. He needed education, but at least he wanted people like that person to understand not just him, but any student.

           She failed to catch the initial, intentional tear of the document, so she truly believed that she was doing him a favor by picking up paper and returning them. The male was already further ahead of her, but it wouldn’t be too hard to catch up. ❝Um, excuse me!❞ 

        Her footsteps provided a quiet pitter patter that hardly qualified as noise. When the distance was finally eliminated, a shaky digit gently tapped his shoulder. 

          ❝I-I think you dropped your papers-❞