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Who Atem Mutou and OPEN
What Atem reflects after work, sitting all by his lonesome on a bench in the mall.
When Night time?
Where The Salkia Mall, outside the Going Green store.
Warnings Depends on who shows up I guess, but general angst for starters
Atem smelled distinctly of fresh earth and soil; and it seemed no matter how many times he'd washed his hands, he could not get the little pieces of dirt from underneath his fingernails. Not that it really bothered him, he was used to taking care of plants. Though his shift was over now, but he felt rather lost.
It was time to go home, they said; and now he had an apartment to 'go home' to. It was a lucky save, as he'd just, more or less, been kicked out of Kaiba's house. All he had tried to do was offer support, to help- he'd gotten laughed at, and probably embarrassed himself in the process. Just thinking about it made him squirm, his chest tighten, the anger rise.
He sat down on a nearby bench, leaning his head back. His stomach growled, he winced. He knew he had to hold out until his paycheck came in. It wouldn't be that long. He could do it. But just for a moment, he let the wariness of the day creep in on him. He knew it was foolish to be out alone, people still missing and being taken. But he was in the middle of the mall, people were still here. Though the hum of the crowd was almost relaxing, almost like home. His eyes slip closed, with the promise of only resting them for five minutes.
What Atem reflects after work, sitting all by his lonesome on a bench in the mall.
When Night time?
Where The Salkia Mall, outside the Going Green store.
Warnings Depends on who shows up I guess, but general angst for starters
Atem smelled distinctly of fresh earth and soil; and it seemed no matter how many times he'd washed his hands, he could not get the little pieces of dirt from underneath his fingernails. Not that it really bothered him, he was used to taking care of plants. Though his shift was over now, but he felt rather lost.
It was time to go home, they said; and now he had an apartment to 'go home' to. It was a lucky save, as he'd just, more or less, been kicked out of Kaiba's house. All he had tried to do was offer support, to help- he'd gotten laughed at, and probably embarrassed himself in the process. Just thinking about it made him squirm, his chest tighten, the anger rise.
He sat down on a nearby bench, leaning his head back. His stomach growled, he winced. He knew he had to hold out until his paycheck came in. It wouldn't be that long. He could do it. But just for a moment, he let the wariness of the day creep in on him. He knew it was foolish to be out alone, people still missing and being taken. But he was in the middle of the mall, people were still here. Though the hum of the crowd was almost relaxing, almost like home. His eyes slip closed, with the promise of only resting them for five minutes.