Closed. Because I haven't yet...
Who: Kitazawa Yuki, Shuuichi Shindou. Closed.
What: Him waking up.
When: Nowish?
Where: The park...cause it's a happening place.
Rating: PG-13 for Yuki's thoughts?
Hazel eyes opened to surroundings much like he could have ever expected to see. Ah, he must have nodded off reading again. Though, when his hands reached for his lap, there was no book there. Upon further investigation, it wasn't by his hip either. When he looked out further, there wasn't the bench, or the paved walkway.
He lifted a hand to his head but he didn't feel like he had a hangover or anything. Had he been drinking lately? If he was going to pass out in the park, it would seem that he would feel the horrid after effects. Yet, here he was, somewhere that he didn't know, without a hangover. It seemed highly unlikely that someone would have given him something. His shirt was still properly tucked and his belt was placed just as he liked it. The top two buttons left undone as was his never ending habit. Plus he didn't feel like anything had happened. He could usually tell.
This all seemed a but odd, and it made him think about possibly giving up bars at least, if not his drinking. Now...all that was left was to think of the best way to find a phone or someone who he knew.
What: Him waking up.
When: Nowish?
Where: The park...cause it's a happening place.
Rating: PG-13 for Yuki's thoughts?
Hazel eyes opened to surroundings much like he could have ever expected to see. Ah, he must have nodded off reading again. Though, when his hands reached for his lap, there was no book there. Upon further investigation, it wasn't by his hip either. When he looked out further, there wasn't the bench, or the paved walkway.
He lifted a hand to his head but he didn't feel like he had a hangover or anything. Had he been drinking lately? If he was going to pass out in the park, it would seem that he would feel the horrid after effects. Yet, here he was, somewhere that he didn't know, without a hangover. It seemed highly unlikely that someone would have given him something. His shirt was still properly tucked and his belt was placed just as he liked it. The top two buttons left undone as was his never ending habit. Plus he didn't feel like anything had happened. He could usually tell.
This all seemed a but odd, and it made him think about possibly giving up bars at least, if not his drinking. Now...all that was left was to think of the best way to find a phone or someone who he knew.