#mydistantvoice

            `… to hell with my order,´ he thought as he got out of the line ( trying to ignore the 'thank god' that followed shortly ) and snatched the wallet; almost feeling the distasteful glare coming from the potential thief. Turning on his heel, Daisuke faced the back of the stranger and called out 'sir' a couple of times before realizing that he wasn't able to hear his calls. Stepping on his toes to gain some height, the boy tapped onto the man's shoulder – at least that way he could get his attention.

          {⋆}— Pipe in hand he sat contentedly on the cold little bench. Every now and then he would slowly inhale waiting a bit before puffing out rings of smoke. Christopher watched as the rings floated up in the air eventually dissipating in the air. He chuckled as a face or two became unhappy on this bright day when he blew a ring in their face.

                               Emerson was getting a little frustrated with the cold weather, one day it would be warm and the next it was right back to freezing! They had to bundle up, for fear of short-circuiting (they needed to be in controlled climates). With a particularly long scarf on, Emerson tried to adjust it around their neck; however, they couldn't exactly stop and do it, so they proceeded to walk. Though, that wasn't a very bright idea, because next they were tripping over the fabric as it fell to the ground, lurching forward and into a warm body. Jumping back, eyes darting back and forth, Emerson quickly wrapped their scarf around their neck, almost completely covering their face. "S-sorry! I didn't...mean to bump into you! Please forgive me!" 

Gale, Iris, Oliver, Naoki, Aylen, Alessia

                               Here's to a little drunken busker making noises as he sang as casually by the street; his spot being the one below the lamp post. Ryan had sat in a pile of snow that had melted around him, body as small leaning against the lamp post and next to him was a pair of jade clappers dated back to 289 BC  still looking as if they were brand new, and his other side were a dozen bottles of beers. His was drunk alright, but it's okay, he's content with his state. Although, it would be very nice for someone to build him a shrine dedicated to the God of poverty so he could spend the night and many more nights in. He hated the winter, he'd felt hot during the season. And he'd really want to sleep in an air conditioned room. Sometimes Ryan wondered if anyone ever acknowledge him as a God figure

"Now, now. Even the smallest of children understand that it can be dangerous to run about." Grin only deepening, she pushes harder into the flesh. "You simply can't go around running into my prostitutes, can you?"

[ no gag reflex ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ]