[CLOSED][SILVER HILL][00:09][BONTEN and NEKU]
If there was anything in the world Bonten hated more than working through curfew, he couldn't think of it. The day shift manager had wandered in five minutes before curfew, which gave Bonten just enough time to run outside and find a convenient spot to get roasted on and nothing more. He told the woman as much, finding no real satisfaction from the way she quailed under his ire. It was offered to him that he spend the next twelve hours in the back rooms, undisturbed, but finding staring at the washing machines distinctly boring, Bonten opted against it. He used the time instead to do the more finicky and dull of the jobs sitting in the management inbox, finding that the stocks were a mess and the payroll hadn't been organised in months. By the end of curfew, all of the staff and customers were avoiding him, and even the rickshaw driver who picked him up took one look at his face and wisely decided against the normal chatter.
The motion of the rickshaw lulled him into a light doze, and the rickshaw driver had to wake him up as they arrived at Silver Hill. He was almost tempted to pay the guy to drive him around the city several times, well aware of how difficult it would be for him to get any sleep in his own house. He was almost exhausted enough to risk the embarrassment of essentially being rocked to sleep like a baby. Almost. Instead he thanked the driver, opened his umbrella and climbed out of the cart smoothly.
Walking up the path to the house, he considered the mundane nuances of the night ahead, muddling through thoughts of food, activities and chores as he carefully navigated his way between the puddles littering the paving. He didn't raise his gaze to look at the house as he approached. Its monolithic presence was one he was constantly aware of, regardless of how far away he was. Home sweet home, he thought, and laughed quietly to himself.