we try so hard not to die
Who: Arisato Minato and William T. Spears
Where: The Café
When: Around 1:00pm
Summary: William is a Shinigami without a book, and Minato is just the thing he's looking for.
Rating: T?
Other: Sorry for lateness.
Minato couldn’t really remember having skipped classes in the past. There had been several times when he had asked to be excused from class early for working purposes, or because he was moving somewhere that day and couldn’t stay the entire duration, but he had never simply skipped class in favor of something else to do. Not that this sort of situation exactly counted as ‘something else to do’, entirely, but it was the principal of the matter. And some things were more important than a good attendance record.
The blue haired teen sipped at the coffee he had bought earlier, seated at one of the café’s outdoor tables to wait for the man he was supposed to be meeting. The things the man had told him, all the things he would have to do for a company he knew so little about… it did bother him a little, but it couldn’t be helped. He had been watching people die in his dreams for too long, unable to help-he had tried a few times, to get to the places he had seen in the middle of the night, middle of the day, but it was always too late. He had called the cops for a few of the people.-in any way, but if he helped this man, then they could at least be brought back to life. He couldn’t keep them from dying, but he could at least give them back their time, and that was good enough for him to sign away his freedom. So Minato sipped at his coffee again and looked around the area once more, checking to see if the man he was supposed to be meeting was anywhere nearby.
Where: The Café
When: Around 1:00pm
Summary: William is a Shinigami without a book, and Minato is just the thing he's looking for.
Rating: T?
Other: Sorry for lateness.
Minato couldn’t really remember having skipped classes in the past. There had been several times when he had asked to be excused from class early for working purposes, or because he was moving somewhere that day and couldn’t stay the entire duration, but he had never simply skipped class in favor of something else to do. Not that this sort of situation exactly counted as ‘something else to do’, entirely, but it was the principal of the matter. And some things were more important than a good attendance record.
The blue haired teen sipped at the coffee he had bought earlier, seated at one of the café’s outdoor tables to wait for the man he was supposed to be meeting. The things the man had told him, all the things he would have to do for a company he knew so little about… it did bother him a little, but it couldn’t be helped. He had been watching people die in his dreams for too long, unable to help-he had tried a few times, to get to the places he had seen in the middle of the night, middle of the day, but it was always too late. He had called the cops for a few of the people.-in any way, but if he helped this man, then they could at least be brought back to life. He couldn’t keep them from dying, but he could at least give them back their time, and that was good enough for him to sign away his freedom. So Minato sipped at his coffee again and looked around the area once more, checking to see if the man he was supposed to be meeting was anywhere nearby.