Evening arrival. [Action thread][Open]
The gentle "whirr" of an engine for the fifteen minutes' ride from his ex-dormitory to his new residence had left Hanatarou standing ice cold with a quartet of boxes, a military medic satchel, and an obviously well-aged bicycle. After some second, third, even fourth thoughts, and a quick check to see if his buddy from the university was still waiting, he began stacking the smaller boxes(containing either clothes or toiletries, he'd check once he got out of the cold) upon the larger ones(undoubtedly medical books and other necessities) and pushing them to the base of the unsafe-looking staircase outside. Surely in a neighborhood like this he could leave the bike outside, just for a couple minutes. Doubling up the boxes on each arm, he stumbled up the steps and shouldered the door open.
..Not much warmer at all. Either way, Hanatarou set down(aka violently dropped) the boxes, making his way out the door again to grab his only source of travel. Now came the real task; getting all this up four flights of stairs. Why, oh WHY did the 'rents cut off his funding?
"I'm catching a cold again," he half-sniffled, hopping down the steps outside once more.
..Not much warmer at all. Either way, Hanatarou set down(aka violently dropped) the boxes, making his way out the door again to grab his only source of travel. Now came the real task; getting all this up four flights of stairs. Why, oh WHY did the 'rents cut off his funding?
"I'm catching a cold again," he half-sniffled, hopping down the steps outside once more.