Guys...why am I still awake?
Its 5:48 a.m....
Its 5:48 a.m....
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@LovelyAnastasia I know she's just arrived but I've already secretly shipped your character :)
Same >.>°...
When she handed him back his ID their fingers touched and in that moment Kyle thought, "soft." and nearly dropped the damn thing. Slightly flustered, face feeling heated, he looked up to see the waitress walking off and breathed a sigh of relief, "good she didn't notice...". Gripping the frame front in one hand he took off his glasses, placing them on the table before pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing his eyes.
"(Shit I need to get a hold of myself.)"* Kyle whispered under his breath. He normally never made an ass of himself, but he was feeling a bit drained, retail itself was exhausting, couple that with a professional trade and sometimes it can be more a nightmare. Despite the exhausted feeling he enjoyed the work and he only had to work another day then the weekend would be his. All that time and he'd have plenty of it for rest and relaxation, speaking of which, he needed to pick up... Pulling out his phone he flipped to a familiar contact name in his phone and began texting.
Just as he finished texting the waitress came back out with his drink and pulled out her notepad again to take his order. He had a pretty decent idea as to what he wanted, but he couldn't just pick one specific thing so he ended up ordering...
"I'd like the Sushi Sampler please." He smiled politely at her and went back to his phone as she started walking off. Another voice called out from across the room, looking up to see where the commotion was coming from he saw a lone girl sitting at another table at the other end of the restaurant. Wait when did she even get there? Turning his head towards where she was looking he saw his waitress and felt her discomfort from across the room as she hurried out back to appease the patron. Kyle crinkled his brow and couldn't help but feel slightly put off, "Well that was rude...poor girl..." Feeling his heart sinking slightly he sighed, "She deserves a bit of an extra tip, especially if she's getting hassled like that, no one needs that crap in their lives."
He sighed and leaned back in his seat, his food coming out shortly afterwards.
Breathe in
Breathe out
A funnel of smoke bursts into the air as Kyle takes a drag from his trusty pipe and exhales. He relaxes into his couch, the familiar Euphoria of a good high filling him, mind, body and spirit. He inhales the air the smell itself intoxicating enough, though others would just think it toxic. He opens his eyes and listens to the music playing around him, slowly feeling the numbness settling into his legs and nerves. Smoking weed was extremely illegal in Japan, were Kyle to get caught with it he'd undoubtedly be deported from the country, but the drug itself was too good to pass up, even in this country, that of course meant prices were high, but so was the bud and so was he. He smiled at that, but in all seriousness he knew that what he was doing was risky, because of this he did take necessary precautions to ensure that the smell wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. This being said, he was done smoking for a while and placed the pipe back in its secure box underneath the couch.
Getting up and making his way to the restroom he gazed into the bathroom mirror and inspected his eyes...good they weren't red. Kyle had intended to not smoke too much as he wanted to actually go out and do something, as to what though he couldn't properly decide. Brushing his teeth, he decided that perhaps his best option was to just wander the city aimlessly until he found something to do...
His stomach suddenly growled at him, "perhaps breakfast would be best...I haven't been to the Mochavine in a long time...why not?"
Gathering his coat, hat and gear he walked locked up his small apartment space and made his way outside into the cold, his headphones quickly came on and were already playing music.
* Parentheses symbolize the character using English
"(Shit I need to get a hold of myself.)"* Kyle whispered under his breath. He normally never made an ass of himself, but he was feeling a bit drained, retail itself was exhausting, couple that with a professional trade and sometimes it can be more a nightmare. Despite the exhausted feeling he enjoyed the work and he only had to work another day then the weekend would be his. All that time and he'd have plenty of it for rest and relaxation, speaking of which, he needed to pick up... Pulling out his phone he flipped to a familiar contact name in his phone and began texting.
Yo man, you good for a couple slices of pizza this evening?
Totally bro, meet up at 9:30? My place?
Course, ttyl.
Word.
Just as he finished texting the waitress came back out with his drink and pulled out her notepad again to take his order. He had a pretty decent idea as to what he wanted, but he couldn't just pick one specific thing so he ended up ordering...
"I'd like the Sushi Sampler please." He smiled politely at her and went back to his phone as she started walking off. Another voice called out from across the room, looking up to see where the commotion was coming from he saw a lone girl sitting at another table at the other end of the restaurant. Wait when did she even get there? Turning his head towards where she was looking he saw his waitress and felt her discomfort from across the room as she hurried out back to appease the patron. Kyle crinkled his brow and couldn't help but feel slightly put off, "Well that was rude...poor girl..." Feeling his heart sinking slightly he sighed, "She deserves a bit of an extra tip, especially if she's getting hassled like that, no one needs that crap in their lives."
He sighed and leaned back in his seat, his food coming out shortly afterwards.
Breathe in
Breathe out
A funnel of smoke bursts into the air as Kyle takes a drag from his trusty pipe and exhales. He relaxes into his couch, the familiar Euphoria of a good high filling him, mind, body and spirit. He inhales the air the smell itself intoxicating enough, though others would just think it toxic. He opens his eyes and listens to the music playing around him, slowly feeling the numbness settling into his legs and nerves. Smoking weed was extremely illegal in Japan, were Kyle to get caught with it he'd undoubtedly be deported from the country, but the drug itself was too good to pass up, even in this country, that of course meant prices were high, but so was the bud and so was he. He smiled at that, but in all seriousness he knew that what he was doing was risky, because of this he did take necessary precautions to ensure that the smell wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. This being said, he was done smoking for a while and placed the pipe back in its secure box underneath the couch.
Getting up and making his way to the restroom he gazed into the bathroom mirror and inspected his eyes...good they weren't red. Kyle had intended to not smoke too much as he wanted to actually go out and do something, as to what though he couldn't properly decide. Brushing his teeth, he decided that perhaps his best option was to just wander the city aimlessly until he found something to do...
His stomach suddenly growled at him, "perhaps breakfast would be best...I haven't been to the Mochavine in a long time...why not?"
Gathering his coat, hat and gear he walked locked up his small apartment space and made his way outside into the cold, his headphones quickly came on and were already playing music.
* Parentheses symbolize the character using English
And @BeastofDestiny, my darling, would you not agree it is positively beautifully chaotic anyway with just one character per person now? :') I love it.
However, side characters are a full on okay! Most have one but they're NPCs and you shouldn't be able to date them...
Oh absolutely it is quite deliciously chaotic, thank you for letting me know though. NPCs are definitely gonna be there, speaking of which I need to make up those profiles for the eyeglass shop
Exciting and terrifying things come this way.
@Dynamo Frokane Rosanna XD
The kimono-clad girl led him to his table, she had thankfully (hopefully) not noticed whatever stupid look was on his face while he was lost in thought. As he followed behind he took in the atmosphere of the restaurant, low lights, traditional oriental decor and there weren't too many patrons; the place was fairly quiet, save the background music. Kyle was led to a table for two and unzipped his coat, draping it over the chair before seating himself. He was still in work uniform, just a simple blue collared button up shirt with khaki slacks, comfortable, casual and professional.
"What would you like to drink?" She asked, raising her pen to the notebook in her hands. "We have coffee, tea, water, Pepsi products, and a variety of alcoholic beverages."
Kyle pondered for a moment as she began listing some of the alcoholic drinks. He wasn't too familiar with alcohol as he didn't drink often, but he did like sake and one of the brands she listed caught his attention, a buddy back home recommended it to him. "I'd like a glass pour of Isojiman sake, warm please." a sort of reaction kicked in and he reached for his wallet, pulling out a small laminated card and presenting it to the waitress, "Here's my ID."
@Knight of Doom
"What would you like to drink?" She asked, raising her pen to the notebook in her hands. "We have coffee, tea, water, Pepsi products, and a variety of alcoholic beverages."
Kyle pondered for a moment as she began listing some of the alcoholic drinks. He wasn't too familiar with alcohol as he didn't drink often, but he did like sake and one of the brands she listed caught his attention, a buddy back home recommended it to him. "I'd like a glass pour of Isojiman sake, warm please." a sort of reaction kicked in and he reached for his wallet, pulling out a small laminated card and presenting it to the waitress, "Here's my ID."
@Knight of Doom
I'm sorry to say, but this has lost my interest, there's really not a whole lot going on.
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