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WHO: Yoite & Open.
WHERE: The City; Streets, mostly uncrowded areas.
WHEN: July 18th; Evening.
WARNINGS: N/A; Except maybe Yoite coughing blood and mention of death. Angst.
SUMMARY: Despite having a place to rest now, and being sick, Yoite is restless and decided to go for a walk.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Many would say the sounds of a large city didn't really change from place to place. That the sound of cars speeding by and people yelling was the same sort of background noise you'd find anywhere. However, to Yoite is all felt different. The noise of the cars driving by sounded so much louder and the yelling foreign with words he didn't even recognize. The air felt different to breathe in, and the ground felt different to walk on and the tall buildings that were looming over him made him feel even smaller than he usually did despite easily towering over many others in terms of height.
A sigh escaped the dark-haired boy as he wandered along, barely lifting his feet, moving at a pace that was slower than usual. He'd been resting, but he could only do so much of that before becoming restless. He couldn't sleep forever, especially not somewhere he wasn't familiar with. Although he had spoken to Lyra over the comm, he didn't really know her except knowing that she seemed very mature for her age and since she lived with others he didn't know at all, there was a certain sense of unease in him that made getting the rest he needed far more difficult than it would be if he was somewhere alone. He knew that car was far from ideal, but at least he had been alone there. All alone, like he should be.
Still, he supposed he was, like Hattori had said, a kind child who didn't want to cause someone worry so he had accepted the offer for a safer, warmer place to stay. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful. It was just a bit awkward. The people around him had always been people who either had been ordered to work with him or Miharu or Yukimi. And besides, even as he tried to rest, his mind was too full of thoughts that wouldn't go away, questions that no one could answer because he didn't even know how to ask. Like how he was still alive, despite remembering his final moments and his feelings as he sat in the snow next to Miharu.
It had been close to winter, yet here it was in the middle of summer and he was alive again. And even if he had found himself, he felt lost here, like the 'me' he had found was simply another ghost. Maybe that person couldn't exist without Miharu and Yukimi to aid him. Or maybe that person hadn't been there from the start and it had simply been him mistaking the person he thought he found for something else, simply a wish to be 'someone' in his final moments. He had learned a lot, but it was still so difficult and now he was still left on his own, counting the beats of his heart as he had tried to sleep. One... Two. One. Two..... One.. He wondered if this sort of heartbeat was normal, but it probably wasn't. He wasn't worried though. As long as his heart was beating at all it was ok. But he couldn't sleep.
Which was why he had gone outside, now wandering along, dressed in clothes more fit for winter yet feeling cold anyway. He was looking down, eyes focused on the ground, and counting his steps. He just needed to take a walk, burn off some energy he didn't actually have. He needed to be tired, then he would return and go back to sleep. So no one would feel the emotion 'worry' about him. It was troublesome. It wasn't needed. He didn't understand it.
WHERE: The City; Streets, mostly uncrowded areas.
WHEN: July 18th; Evening.
WARNINGS: N/A; Except maybe Yoite coughing blood and mention of death. Angst.
SUMMARY: Despite having a place to rest now, and being sick, Yoite is restless and decided to go for a walk.
FORMAT: Paragraph.
Many would say the sounds of a large city didn't really change from place to place. That the sound of cars speeding by and people yelling was the same sort of background noise you'd find anywhere. However, to Yoite is all felt different. The noise of the cars driving by sounded so much louder and the yelling foreign with words he didn't even recognize. The air felt different to breathe in, and the ground felt different to walk on and the tall buildings that were looming over him made him feel even smaller than he usually did despite easily towering over many others in terms of height.
A sigh escaped the dark-haired boy as he wandered along, barely lifting his feet, moving at a pace that was slower than usual. He'd been resting, but he could only do so much of that before becoming restless. He couldn't sleep forever, especially not somewhere he wasn't familiar with. Although he had spoken to Lyra over the comm, he didn't really know her except knowing that she seemed very mature for her age and since she lived with others he didn't know at all, there was a certain sense of unease in him that made getting the rest he needed far more difficult than it would be if he was somewhere alone. He knew that car was far from ideal, but at least he had been alone there. All alone, like he should be.
Still, he supposed he was, like Hattori had said, a kind child who didn't want to cause someone worry so he had accepted the offer for a safer, warmer place to stay. It wasn't that he wasn't grateful. It was just a bit awkward. The people around him had always been people who either had been ordered to work with him or Miharu or Yukimi. And besides, even as he tried to rest, his mind was too full of thoughts that wouldn't go away, questions that no one could answer because he didn't even know how to ask. Like how he was still alive, despite remembering his final moments and his feelings as he sat in the snow next to Miharu.
It had been close to winter, yet here it was in the middle of summer and he was alive again. And even if he had found himself, he felt lost here, like the 'me' he had found was simply another ghost. Maybe that person couldn't exist without Miharu and Yukimi to aid him. Or maybe that person hadn't been there from the start and it had simply been him mistaking the person he thought he found for something else, simply a wish to be 'someone' in his final moments. He had learned a lot, but it was still so difficult and now he was still left on his own, counting the beats of his heart as he had tried to sleep. One... Two. One. Two..... One.. He wondered if this sort of heartbeat was normal, but it probably wasn't. He wasn't worried though. As long as his heart was beating at all it was ok. But he couldn't sleep.
Which was why he had gone outside, now wandering along, dressed in clothes more fit for winter yet feeling cold anyway. He was looking down, eyes focused on the ground, and counting his steps. He just needed to take a walk, burn off some energy he didn't actually have. He needed to be tired, then he would return and go back to sleep. So no one would feel the emotion 'worry' about him. It was troublesome. It wasn't needed. He didn't understand it.