Only I Know What My Future Holds
Characters: hisbutler_bound & Anyone
Date/Time: February 28th, Afternoon
Location: A little bit away from the Bazaar.
Rating: PG
Summary: Finally having enough money saved up without damaging his other expenses, Black purchases an old unused restaurant.
He had recounted the amount he had several times, ensuring he had the proper requested amount. Black had spent the most of last month saving up every spare penny. He had cut down on spending costs and exploration spending on the Wilderness. Shortly after the Chocolate Factory Experience, he had avoided it all together. Temptation was something he himself would not fall prey to and this idea had to pull forward, no matter the cost. He had a bit of money stowed away should Burn ever return, but after a while, that small glimmer of hope -- no, not hope. Something else -- began to fade. If he would come, he would be ready, but for now Black had to entertain himself. Shortly after the 14th, Black had quit the Bakery without telling anyone. The boss at the Bakery had been kind and patient for his many mistakes and it was only polite to stay through the busy season of that day. Giving his warning in advance though, when the day after had rolled around, Black made his last cake, bowed politely, and left without a single hesitation of looking back.
He wanted something more. Something new yet familiar. His sights had been set on a building he hadn't noticed before and upon inspecting, it had been a restaurant of disrepair. Black being Black didn't have trouble finding the original owner, or at least the one who now held the keys. Money in hand now, he strode purposely again towards it, where the owner would be holding the title of the facility and the waver to any rights thereafter purchase. He had arrived shortly after the other, not wanting to seem too eagar and with the exchange of coin and titles, Black now held the papers in question along with the keys. A slight wave as they walked away, his fingers rose to the pigeon that rested on his shoulder.
He lightly poked the side of his head and smirked, feeling rather confident that it wouldn't take him long to refurbish it. Gloved fingers stroked along the strap around the beak and with a flick of a fingertip, it came loose.
"Do that to me again and I'll see to it that your filth never touches me again," the little pidgeon spoke harshly. Green eyes bore into crimson ones as he hardly paid any attention to William, chuckling.
"It was a precaution. You wouldn't keep your mouth shut and I had to make sure this transaction went through properly. Especially with you warning everyone against making deals with such filth and vermin."
The pidgeon's stotic eyes narrowed, wings puffing up in disgust and agitation, "I wonder why I let you carry me around."
"Oh pardon me if I carry you around. You're free to fly off and perch somewhere else. Maybe near a cat."
The two stared each other down again, the other pushing up his wing near his face as if he was adjusting something, "For once I will allow such vermin to assist me, but I won't like it." And just to try to mock him more, "No one is going to eat here when it is finished."
Black smirked, standing back a few paces to admire it, "Two weeks. No more or no less. I only wish you were around just so I could prove you wrong, William."
Date/Time: February 28th, Afternoon
Location: A little bit away from the Bazaar.
Rating: PG
Summary: Finally having enough money saved up without damaging his other expenses, Black purchases an old unused restaurant.
He had recounted the amount he had several times, ensuring he had the proper requested amount. Black had spent the most of last month saving up every spare penny. He had cut down on spending costs and exploration spending on the Wilderness. Shortly after the Chocolate Factory Experience, he had avoided it all together. Temptation was something he himself would not fall prey to and this idea had to pull forward, no matter the cost. He had a bit of money stowed away should Burn ever return, but after a while, that small glimmer of hope -- no, not hope. Something else -- began to fade. If he would come, he would be ready, but for now Black had to entertain himself. Shortly after the 14th, Black had quit the Bakery without telling anyone. The boss at the Bakery had been kind and patient for his many mistakes and it was only polite to stay through the busy season of that day. Giving his warning in advance though, when the day after had rolled around, Black made his last cake, bowed politely, and left without a single hesitation of looking back.
He wanted something more. Something new yet familiar. His sights had been set on a building he hadn't noticed before and upon inspecting, it had been a restaurant of disrepair. Black being Black didn't have trouble finding the original owner, or at least the one who now held the keys. Money in hand now, he strode purposely again towards it, where the owner would be holding the title of the facility and the waver to any rights thereafter purchase. He had arrived shortly after the other, not wanting to seem too eagar and with the exchange of coin and titles, Black now held the papers in question along with the keys. A slight wave as they walked away, his fingers rose to the pigeon that rested on his shoulder.
He lightly poked the side of his head and smirked, feeling rather confident that it wouldn't take him long to refurbish it. Gloved fingers stroked along the strap around the beak and with a flick of a fingertip, it came loose.
"Do that to me again and I'll see to it that your filth never touches me again," the little pidgeon spoke harshly. Green eyes bore into crimson ones as he hardly paid any attention to William, chuckling.
"It was a precaution. You wouldn't keep your mouth shut and I had to make sure this transaction went through properly. Especially with you warning everyone against making deals with such filth and vermin."
The pidgeon's stotic eyes narrowed, wings puffing up in disgust and agitation, "I wonder why I let you carry me around."
"Oh pardon me if I carry you around. You're free to fly off and perch somewhere else. Maybe near a cat."
The two stared each other down again, the other pushing up his wing near his face as if he was adjusting something, "For once I will allow such vermin to assist me, but I won't like it." And just to try to mock him more, "No one is going to eat here when it is finished."
Black smirked, standing back a few paces to admire it, "Two weeks. No more or no less. I only wish you were around just so I could prove you wrong, William."