TWENTY-FIVE
[ALL ACTION, ALL THE TIME.
Once, this curse was old, familiar, but no less nettlesome to Ishida Uryuu. He had gone and returned without those memories - but that did not make him naive. Practicality demanded a search of the network each day. He had had the opening shift at the crafts shop, but happily the devices were portable.
With a careful schedule adjustment (made easier by another person calling out, not unexpected from the hypochondriac), Uryuu made sure he closed, too.
SCENE: Late, enough that the streets are emptier, and he looks (a little) less ridiculous making use of shadows and slinking his way home.]
[OOC; FFFF GOODNIGHT see ya sunday evening est ;)]
Once, this curse was old, familiar, but no less nettlesome to Ishida Uryuu. He had gone and returned without those memories - but that did not make him naive. Practicality demanded a search of the network each day. He had had the opening shift at the crafts shop, but happily the devices were portable.
With a careful schedule adjustment (made easier by another person calling out, not unexpected from the hypochondriac), Uryuu made sure he closed, too.
SCENE: Late, enough that the streets are emptier, and he looks (a little) less ridiculous making use of shadows and slinking his way home.]
[OOC; FFFF GOODNIGHT see ya sunday evening est ;)]