#nyctern

perhaps he should have looked where he's going, perhaps he didn't want to look. a squelch of tires and just like that —- he pulls his feet back, skittering away from the curb. oh, how could he be so foolish as to tempt fate, to disobey the laws set in stone! arms pull around his chest, hugging himself close and tight. breathing rough and RAGGED, like he's ran a mile. near death experiences as of late, ought to be well tread occurrences, but he's still shaken. how often could one man be in denial until reality breaks him?

❝tch,❞

all of a sudden he speaks, pent up turmoil spilling forth. eyes wandering over the departing motorbike speeding away. reckless, foolish, UTTERLY IRRESPONSIBLE. the twitching gears of his mind restart, grasping for a source of his ire and it comes out in a sulking vent of a sound. law and order being the sole defining factor that clings to his sanity.

❝that man should be ashamed of such brazen and reckless driving! do they allow anyone to earn a license regardless of how much they've studied? how SHAMEFUL.❞

As Waka made his ways through the halls of the facility, he could catch glimpses of movement out of the corner of his eye. Some of the movements looked to belong to a few green imps, but he didn’t stop to check. While the imps were a nuisance at best, Waka wasn’t in the mood to engage in combat unless absolutely necessary, or to waste his blade on some low level demons who didn’t even know how to churn out a proper melody with their flutes.

Of course, if they were to try anything, Waka would ensure that they met his equivalent of a Power Slash.

When he turned the corner, Waka paused to see a familiar figure approaching. 

💛 💜 ❤️ || three eyes wander over the bustling waterfront, gaudy windows displaying trinkets and WEALTH displayed with nary a care in the world. it must be so simple to clutch at material gains as if that mattered in the long run, but the mind works in what could only be deemed CURIOUS ways. something to research in the future, she supposes, if it means staving off what could only be deemed as BOREDOM. she sits on a bench, somewhat secluded, and just nearly praying that there won't be much of foot traffic. just like with the last city, it is seemingly the best she could do.

“ Say... “

Ogata takes a seat in the bar stool, eyes scrolling the drink menu. The bar isn’t the type he usually frequents but curiosity has the best of the cat. The drinklist is rather extensive, offering many colours and flavours with and without decorations. 

The shop was warm as he clasped his hands together. Much further from home than he wished to be, and he could feel the fatigue grasp him. It had been many a year since he had even left the compound, and his heart beat hard in his chest. Swallowing, he considered his options before him.

Someone brushed past him, gently, and he set a hand out.

“...” The noise was small, a short noise of fatigue as he opened his mouth to speak. His felt his jaw tremble for a moment as his hand fell back into his lap. A few more breathes, and he offered a gentle smile.