I just want to go South again
Who: Kai and Valdi
When: Tuesday, June 28th, approaching midnight
Where: Rooftops of the cityscape
Why: A midnight encounter, and a persistent Dane. Kai is just that determined to prove that Valdi's name isn't 'Rick'.
If asked why he was on the rooftop at such a late hour there really wouldn't be much of a sound answer. He could lay blame to the paint work he was trying to accomplish on his newest piece, and how the fumes had flooded the cabin of his home and were making him light-headed. He could place shadows of doubt onto a need to smoke from his trusted pipe, to have the sweet aroma of cloves to drown out the paint, a quiet reverie in which to enjoy his two favorite pastimes. Really, they were both excuses. Being on the rooftop was freeing, exhilarating. He felt taller than the rest of the city, looking out across the dwindling lights as far as his eyes would see. It gave him a sense of belonging in a place where there were so many living, where it was easy to get caught up in the feeling of insignificance.
Kai stood up from his makeshift table to breathe in the music of the night air, flooded with the scent of cloves and the pungent bittersweet of the liquor he was enjoying. He took up the pipe first to enjoy and let those smoldering spices fill his lungs and cloud his senses. It was a moment where he could close his eyes and relax, with shoulder slouching and and the tension dissolving from his limbs. When he opened his eyes again, he--
He blinked, did a double take. From a few roofs over he spied the pale haired teen from early last week coming out into the night air, and immediately he grinned from around the pipe. He abandoned the pipe and instead withdrew his hand up into the air to wave frantically at Valdi, uttering a simple 'hey!' in a loud whisper to try and gain his attention.
When: Tuesday, June 28th, approaching midnight
Where: Rooftops of the cityscape
Why: A midnight encounter, and a persistent Dane. Kai is just that determined to prove that Valdi's name isn't 'Rick'.
If asked why he was on the rooftop at such a late hour there really wouldn't be much of a sound answer. He could lay blame to the paint work he was trying to accomplish on his newest piece, and how the fumes had flooded the cabin of his home and were making him light-headed. He could place shadows of doubt onto a need to smoke from his trusted pipe, to have the sweet aroma of cloves to drown out the paint, a quiet reverie in which to enjoy his two favorite pastimes. Really, they were both excuses. Being on the rooftop was freeing, exhilarating. He felt taller than the rest of the city, looking out across the dwindling lights as far as his eyes would see. It gave him a sense of belonging in a place where there were so many living, where it was easy to get caught up in the feeling of insignificance.
Kai stood up from his makeshift table to breathe in the music of the night air, flooded with the scent of cloves and the pungent bittersweet of the liquor he was enjoying. He took up the pipe first to enjoy and let those smoldering spices fill his lungs and cloud his senses. It was a moment where he could close his eyes and relax, with shoulder slouching and and the tension dissolving from his limbs. When he opened his eyes again, he--
He blinked, did a double take. From a few roofs over he spied the pale haired teen from early last week coming out into the night air, and immediately he grinned from around the pipe. He abandoned the pipe and instead withdrew his hand up into the air to wave frantically at Valdi, uttering a simple 'hey!' in a loud whisper to try and gain his attention.