[i]Now departing Ikebukuro Station. Now departing Ikebukuro Station.[/i]

XiaoBao had his headphones on, but the PA system was loud enough that he knew his train is departing. Packed in to the train car like sardines, XiaoBao tugged at his backpack and held on to the railing to keep himself from shifting, not that he has a risk of that anyways...

Morning rush hour was always the worst. However, aside from they typical school vacations and the once per year journey from where he currently lives to Tokyo Station, he has no real needs to taking public transportation. Looking down on his phone, a video clip of a recent Quidditch friendly between Japan and Brazil was playing. Like their real life football counterparts, the Brazilian team play with such flair and freedom that it seemingly enchants their opponents. Japan, the ever technical and fundamentally sound team, was being pushed by the free-form attacking of the Brazilians. [color=662d91]"Chaser, left flank..."[/color] XiaoBao muttered to himself. He was 'shadowboxing'. He had inserted himself into the match on Team Japan. As the Brazilian team was attacking, he was defending and he spotted the open chaser down the left. Were he actually in that match, he would have rushed to cover the side to try and stop the attack...

The clip ended, and his music resumed. It was loud, but not loud enough to be obnoxious. A fresh selection of Logic was on the playlist of the day. XiaoBao looked up and noticed that Tokyo Station was the next stop. That was a brisk 17 minute trip. Train are always so precise here. In his other travels, never has he experienced such precision. They'd even apologize to the passengers if the train was even two minutes late. Getting of the local Marunouchi line train, XiaoBao had to turn sideways several times to dodge other passengers as he walked by.

Heading towards the MT Line Gate, he was surprised that there wasn't a ton of people going in and out of the turnstile. He shrugged it off and proceeded to head through the gate himself. Descending the elevator to his platform, he skipped several songs on his phone and then stashed it back away in his pocket. Adjusting his glasses slightly, he arrived at the bottom of the elevator and proceeded onto the bustling platform. [color=662d91]"Haaaaa...."[/color]He said softly after a soft inhale of the air. Nothing has changed, it would seem.

Heading into a Starbucks, he grabbed himself his usual, a grande caramel latte and headed for the takoyaki stand. It has become almost a tradition for at least himself to grab a coffee and an order of takoyaki before boarding the train. Taking a small sip of his hot beverage, he waited and then received his order. As he received his order of takoyaki and walked away, he looked up at the display board and noticed that there were about 15 minutes before he needs to board the train. Plenty of time for him to sit down and eat. 

Looking around slightly, he saw a spot on the bench. He approached, taking out his earbuds to take in the sounds of the platform. [color=662d91]"Hello~"[/color]He said in a friendly tone to the girl who seems to be burning from the inside out from the piping hot takoyaki. [i][color=662d91][color=662d91]"What are you, a first year..? Everyone knows to not eat these like that... [/color][/color][/i] He thought to himself. He poked into one of his takoyaki with the toothpick that was supplied, took a small bite to allow the semi-soft contents on the inside to cool down before continuing...

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