[h2]Izayoi City - [color=crimson]Xander Johannes[/color][/h2]
TIME: 11:51 AM
DATE: August 18th
SEASON: Summer - Holidays in effect

[color=crimson][b]"They really weren't kidding..."[/b][/color] The unofficial boxer quietly lamented to himself regarding the sweltering heat of Japan's summers. 

It shouldn't have been anything new, but weather was more of a force learned to bear rather than resist entirely. The heat was hot as hell, and that wasn't about to change anytime soon this remaining decade. The only real regret was that the heat was going to cling to Xander's dark clothes, but he wasn't going to bother over his fashion sense too much for the sake of a hot day.

Traffic of all kinds was crowded, as the usual experience was in a city of this magnitude. Xander himself didn't fare much trouble with the footpaths, in part thanks to his powerful movement through crowds. A solid, 6-foot build easily got that kind of effect, even if it was at the ire of some less patient citizens. Overall, Xander would reach his destination about as fast as he expected. That is to say, of course, Xander also accounted for a small detour at his own behest. 

Well, just a brief stop for water at a convenience store on the way. He barely stayed for a minute, having a single bottle rung up right quick before setting on his way again. The air-conditioning and the cold beverage did well to rejuvenate the tough man in this scorching day. 

As he left the store, Xander's eyes wandered to the sight of a particularly dressed young man finishing a flavored drink, his displaying a mix of sweet relief and a twinge of loss. What kept Xander's attention was the particular dressing, looking more like a hardcore punk gothic rather than a schoolboy as his other garments would suggest.

Xander quickly made to avert his own staring eyes in order to avoid eye contact, unconsciously letting out a disdainful, sneering tisk. [color=crimson][i]Some people...[/i][/color]