Yukimura needs an adult...
Characters: Masamune and Yukimura
Location: The Red Light District, maybe they'll move on to other places to fight and destroy talk things over.
Rating: Likely to hover arund PG-13, if a small brawl breaks out. IF, that is.
Time: Back dated to the 23rd of September, early afternoon.
Description: Yukimura's still trying to fit in, and well, he's decided to try and find the only man in the place he truly feels comfortable talking to. Sure, he doesn't know the place at all, but Death City's only so big. Right? Oh dear.
A nervous glance to the left, a quick look to the right. Yukimura wasn't quite sure what it was he was feeling so awkward about. Maybe it was the strange buildings that surrounded him, or perhaps it was the fact that he was strolling through a rather bizarre section of the city with bright lights pointing to buildings that emanated a strange, yet rhythmic beat (that'd be techno music, Yukimura) from within its confines. He ignored the posters advertising the shameful acts happening within, and instead took to staring intently at the ground as he walked.
He had left the relative safety of his apartment in search of Masamune, because it had been two days since Yukimura spoke to him last, and in his mind, it was two days too many, given his predicament. The boy was almost at a loss of what to do with himself, and he felt he needed that sense of home to serve as kind of anchor while he was still trying to settle in.
"MASAMUNE-DONO!" The cry came rather suddenly, and if anybody were to look, they would find the red-clad boy standing on the spot, shoulders hunched and fists clenched by his sides. "This Yukimura wishes to speak with you! Masamune-dono!! PLEASE ANSWER THIS ONE'S CALLS!"
Of course, it never occurred to him that using the communicator would've been a far better option, than literally calling the One-Eyed Dragon out...
Location: The Red Light District, maybe they'll move on to other places to fight and destroy talk things over.
Rating: Likely to hover arund PG-13, if a small brawl breaks out. IF, that is.
Time: Back dated to the 23rd of September, early afternoon.
Description: Yukimura's still trying to fit in, and well, he's decided to try and find the only man in the place he truly feels comfortable talking to. Sure, he doesn't know the place at all, but Death City's only so big. Right? Oh dear.
A nervous glance to the left, a quick look to the right. Yukimura wasn't quite sure what it was he was feeling so awkward about. Maybe it was the strange buildings that surrounded him, or perhaps it was the fact that he was strolling through a rather bizarre section of the city with bright lights pointing to buildings that emanated a strange, yet rhythmic beat (that'd be techno music, Yukimura) from within its confines. He ignored the posters advertising the shameful acts happening within, and instead took to staring intently at the ground as he walked.
He had left the relative safety of his apartment in search of Masamune, because it had been two days since Yukimura spoke to him last, and in his mind, it was two days too many, given his predicament. The boy was almost at a loss of what to do with himself, and he felt he needed that sense of home to serve as kind of anchor while he was still trying to settle in.
"MASAMUNE-DONO!" The cry came rather suddenly, and if anybody were to look, they would find the red-clad boy standing on the spot, shoulders hunched and fists clenched by his sides. "This Yukimura wishes to speak with you! Masamune-dono!! PLEASE ANSWER THIS ONE'S CALLS!"
Of course, it never occurred to him that using the communicator would've been a far better option, than literally calling the One-Eyed Dragon out...