[In Progress Log]Hola Amigo
"Well, that should be enough..."
Ken smiled as his ball point pen rolled down his index finger. The post office was pretty empty, which wasn't surprising on early Saturday morning. Running his hands through his hair, Ken yawned then reached to his pocket for a hair tie.
Eyeing the white envelope containing a letter and little trinkets, Ken hoped as he pulled his hair into a neat low-tail.
'I hope there's no gramatical error... It's been awhile since I wrote anything in Spanish...'
Letting out a small sigh, he walked towards to the counter, where a sleepy-eyed clerk was standing, and he asked for a stamp.
Wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste of glue in his mouth-from licking the back of the stamp-, Ken smiled sheepishly as the clerk pushed forward moistened sponge towards him.
Hearing the clear ring of the chime of convinience store, Ken squinted his eyes as the morning sunshine greeted his blue orbs.
It was another quiet, peaceful morning at Odaiba.
Ken eyed maple leaves on the street breifly, and chuckled lightly as he thought about a post the youngest chosen made.
Shaking his head, he tugged the strap of his bag, which contained soccerball, for a match scheduled with Daisuke this very afternoon.
Orienting himself towards the nearest Starbucks, Ken yawned again.
He still had couple hours before the promised time, and that meant he had all the time in the world to enjoy a cup of coffee.
Almost smelling the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, Ken paced forward, then stopped midtrack, spotting a fashionable, blond male.
Ken smiled as his ball point pen rolled down his index finger. The post office was pretty empty, which wasn't surprising on early Saturday morning. Running his hands through his hair, Ken yawned then reached to his pocket for a hair tie.
Eyeing the white envelope containing a letter and little trinkets, Ken hoped as he pulled his hair into a neat low-tail.
'I hope there's no gramatical error... It's been awhile since I wrote anything in Spanish...'
Letting out a small sigh, he walked towards to the counter, where a sleepy-eyed clerk was standing, and he asked for a stamp.
Wrinkling his nose at the bitter taste of glue in his mouth-from licking the back of the stamp-, Ken smiled sheepishly as the clerk pushed forward moistened sponge towards him.
Hearing the clear ring of the chime of convinience store, Ken squinted his eyes as the morning sunshine greeted his blue orbs.
It was another quiet, peaceful morning at Odaiba.
Ken eyed maple leaves on the street breifly, and chuckled lightly as he thought about a post the youngest chosen made.
Shaking his head, he tugged the strap of his bag, which contained soccerball, for a match scheduled with Daisuke this very afternoon.
Orienting himself towards the nearest Starbucks, Ken yawned again.
He still had couple hours before the promised time, and that meant he had all the time in the world to enjoy a cup of coffee.
Almost smelling the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, Ken paced forward, then stopped midtrack, spotting a fashionable, blond male.