Saturday December 24th *** Edge of Street Corner *** 10:45 AM
Waking up Miyavi's hair was in a mess. Some strands were going left while others stood straight up. He blinked his eyes a few times looking at his surroundings. It all seemed strange first his eyes fell on green curtains. ‘I don’t own green curtains especially nothing as hideous as those.’ Then he seen the girls clothing scattered across the room and a hello kitty alarm clock. ‘Oh great.’ His thought was drenched with regret. Feeling arms enclosed around his own, he looked down at the source. It was a girl with gorgeous long locks and make-up smeared on the side of her face. Her neck had been lined with hickeys.
Miyavi quietly struggled to free his arm from the girls grasp, and once the arm was free he inched off the bed, only stopping a few time when she stirred restless in her sleep. Miyavi tiptoed off the bed blindly through the darkroom nearly knocking down a lamp reaching for his boxers.
Exiting her room he had only his boxers and pants on, his belt still undid in the pants hoops. His shoes were in one hand, his phone in the other, and his shirt was thrown over his shoulder. He quietly shut the door behind him in attempt to keep the girl fast asleep. Turning away on his heels from the door, he didn’t expect to stare an old man dead in the eyes. Miyavi smiled and laughed nervously, only fueling the flush of red across the man's face.
“W-What are you doing in my daughters bedroom? Who are....I’m going to Kill You!!” The man's anger bluntly showed seeing a half naked boy emerging from his baby’s room. “Don’t kill me I was invited.” He stated cooly as he licked his bottom lip. At that moment the man dove for Miyavi, but quickly Miyavi moved to avoid being tackled. The man dove head first into his daughters door with an alarming thud. Miyavi heard the girls door creak open and her cries, but he already began to run towards the door. Thankfully it was right at the end of the stairs, and the first door Miyavi opened. He could hear the father cursing down the stairs as he ran after him, and the daughter not far behind begging her father to stop. The man chased Miyavi half way down the street, yet the girl stopped at the front door.
Once the old man turned back, Miyavi turned on his phone. Breathlessly he called his father's driver for a ride. He gave the driver the corner he was at, and the driver reassured him he knew the location before he closed the phone and returned it to his pocket. He then put his cotton sweater over his head, since his body now had time to recognize the cold wind that whipped by. Standing by the street sign, Miyavi vigorously rubbed his hands together and occasionally blew on them to keep some warmth.
‘What a morning. I hope that girl didn’t leave me any marks.’ He was displeased with the idea. He looked back and forth on the road trying to spot the familiar car, but sadly there was no luck. Reaching in his pocket he fished out his phone once again.
‘I think it would be a grand day to give Kuro his Christmas present.’ The thought seemed to block out the earlier events, Miyavi was excited to see if Kuro would enjoy the hamster. ‘I hope he doesn’t end up killing it by accident.’ He thought as he listened to the phone ring waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. Looking up Miyavi eyelashes caught a snow flake on it ends, he blinked a few times as more and more flakes began to sprinkle down around him.
Miyavi quietly struggled to free his arm from the girls grasp, and once the arm was free he inched off the bed, only stopping a few time when she stirred restless in her sleep. Miyavi tiptoed off the bed blindly through the darkroom nearly knocking down a lamp reaching for his boxers.
Exiting her room he had only his boxers and pants on, his belt still undid in the pants hoops. His shoes were in one hand, his phone in the other, and his shirt was thrown over his shoulder. He quietly shut the door behind him in attempt to keep the girl fast asleep. Turning away on his heels from the door, he didn’t expect to stare an old man dead in the eyes. Miyavi smiled and laughed nervously, only fueling the flush of red across the man's face.
“W-What are you doing in my daughters bedroom? Who are....I’m going to Kill You!!” The man's anger bluntly showed seeing a half naked boy emerging from his baby’s room. “Don’t kill me I was invited.” He stated cooly as he licked his bottom lip. At that moment the man dove for Miyavi, but quickly Miyavi moved to avoid being tackled. The man dove head first into his daughters door with an alarming thud. Miyavi heard the girls door creak open and her cries, but he already began to run towards the door. Thankfully it was right at the end of the stairs, and the first door Miyavi opened. He could hear the father cursing down the stairs as he ran after him, and the daughter not far behind begging her father to stop. The man chased Miyavi half way down the street, yet the girl stopped at the front door.
Once the old man turned back, Miyavi turned on his phone. Breathlessly he called his father's driver for a ride. He gave the driver the corner he was at, and the driver reassured him he knew the location before he closed the phone and returned it to his pocket. He then put his cotton sweater over his head, since his body now had time to recognize the cold wind that whipped by. Standing by the street sign, Miyavi vigorously rubbed his hands together and occasionally blew on them to keep some warmth.
‘What a morning. I hope that girl didn’t leave me any marks.’ He was displeased with the idea. He looked back and forth on the road trying to spot the familiar car, but sadly there was no luck. Reaching in his pocket he fished out his phone once again.
‘I think it would be a grand day to give Kuro his Christmas present.’ The thought seemed to block out the earlier events, Miyavi was excited to see if Kuro would enjoy the hamster. ‘I hope he doesn’t end up killing it by accident.’ He thought as he listened to the phone ring waiting for someone to pick up on the other end. Looking up Miyavi eyelashes caught a snow flake on it ends, he blinked a few times as more and more flakes began to sprinkle down around him.