One bored Baku [Open]
Characters: yumekui_kenbun// Hiruko. OPEN
Where: Deathbucks
Rating: G-PG. Depending who replies?
Time: August 5th
Description: Hiruko is bored, and has yet to decide whether he wants to sign the contract, so he's been exploring the city and found something that reminded him a little of home - a place serving tea/coffee?
Hiruko was still mulling over the general situation of finding himself here in Death City. His arrival, he was not sure what to make of it. He had certainly not expected to show up here like this, after he had helped Mizuki choose and grant her dream of being reunited with her brother. He had decided to explore the city at any rate, and found himself in the Star- no, Deathbucks. He couldn't help feeling a slight sense of morbid curiosity and amusement at the fixation on death here. But, regardless, he ordered a hot beverage and sat down at one of the tables, waiting for it to arrive as he looked out the window, instinctively choosing the window seat as he had done in the Silver Star Tea House back home. His cane was propped at the table and he rested his chin in his palm idly.
Where: Deathbucks
Rating: G-PG. Depending who replies?
Time: August 5th
Description: Hiruko is bored, and has yet to decide whether he wants to sign the contract, so he's been exploring the city and found something that reminded him a little of home - a place serving tea/coffee?
Hiruko was still mulling over the general situation of finding himself here in Death City. His arrival, he was not sure what to make of it. He had certainly not expected to show up here like this, after he had helped Mizuki choose and grant her dream of being reunited with her brother. He had decided to explore the city at any rate, and found himself in the Star- no, Deathbucks. He couldn't help feeling a slight sense of morbid curiosity and amusement at the fixation on death here. But, regardless, he ordered a hot beverage and sat down at one of the tables, waiting for it to arrive as he looked out the window, instinctively choosing the window seat as he had done in the Silver Star Tea House back home. His cane was propped at the table and he rested his chin in his palm idly.