[Backlogging]This one had to wonder...it was in his job description.
Who: TYL!Yamamoto, and open to whomever wants to join in~
Where: Balcony
When: Masquerade night
What: Nauseous of being kept in one place--a closed space at that--, Yamamoto ventures to the balcony.
Warnings: None at the moment
If there was one thing Yamamoto did not like, it was parties.
In his youth, it might've been a bit different--get to know some people, make new friends, learn new things and whatever. At the moment however, at this age, Yamamoto was more or less wary of such things. It didn't help that he felt his -sore- muscles twitch. After that little spat with Hibari when he arrived to the forest, he hadn't had a chance to check up on his physical capabilities, rehabilitate. Now, he wouldn't be able to even put up a proper fight against anyone. It wasn't that Yamamoto wanted to pick a fight, it felt better just to know he would be able to put up at least a decent defense.
His uncertainty at the moment unnerved him. Yamamoto didn't like how he felt as though he was losing himself--or was it just him? The air on the first floor was suffocating him, so maybe it was just that Yamamoto, as a mafioso, did not like closed spaces, so small and an obstacle--something in the way--unfamiliar.
Making his way to the second floor, Yamamoto was a bit relieved to see there was an open air balcony past all the tables and chairs and refinery. A few more seconds later lead him outside, where he could feel a difference in the temperatures, and the realization that the night was night enough to have the stars, clear and bright. He'd never really paid much attention to them really.
His gaze left him to glance around him--standard check, something he should've done the instant he'd come here. So it wasn't just him--he really was getting.. With a heavy sigh, Yamamoto flipped the mask off and made his way to sit on one of the stone ledges. He briefly wondered what it'd be like to have a bat and a baseball mitt in his hands again.
Where: Balcony
When: Masquerade night
What: Nauseous of being kept in one place--a closed space at that--, Yamamoto ventures to the balcony.
Warnings: None at the moment
If there was one thing Yamamoto did not like, it was parties.
In his youth, it might've been a bit different--get to know some people, make new friends, learn new things and whatever. At the moment however, at this age, Yamamoto was more or less wary of such things. It didn't help that he felt his -sore- muscles twitch. After that little spat with Hibari when he arrived to the forest, he hadn't had a chance to check up on his physical capabilities, rehabilitate. Now, he wouldn't be able to even put up a proper fight against anyone. It wasn't that Yamamoto wanted to pick a fight, it felt better just to know he would be able to put up at least a decent defense.
His uncertainty at the moment unnerved him. Yamamoto didn't like how he felt as though he was losing himself--or was it just him? The air on the first floor was suffocating him, so maybe it was just that Yamamoto, as a mafioso, did not like closed spaces, so small and an obstacle--something in the way--unfamiliar.
Making his way to the second floor, Yamamoto was a bit relieved to see there was an open air balcony past all the tables and chairs and refinery. A few more seconds later lead him outside, where he could feel a difference in the temperatures, and the realization that the night was night enough to have the stars, clear and bright. He'd never really paid much attention to them really.
His gaze left him to glance around him--standard check, something he should've done the instant he'd come here. So it wasn't just him--he really was getting.. With a heavy sigh, Yamamoto flipped the mask off and made his way to sit on one of the stone ledges. He briefly wondered what it'd be like to have a bat and a baseball mitt in his hands again.