Post by Griffin Caerwyn on Feb 3, 2014 15:38:59 GMT -7
 I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress Rarely did Griffin find himself with a day off - heading the wall guard something that generally found itself dominating his time - and he had to admit, now that he actually had some... he had no idea what to do. His digimon had listed a few posibillities off when he woke with the sun that morning - doing things normal people of his age did for free time: video games, wander down to one of the theme parks, go shopping, try and hook himself up (which awarded the digimon a sharp glare and a stern 'shut up') and finally, catching up on sleep. But none of them caught his fancy that day, nor his mood... for that matter. He hated having nothing to do, when he had nothing to do... his mind would wander. That was the last thing he wanted. In a feeble attempt to distract his mind, the boy found himself on the streets not too long after he woke, ate and dressed himself - stifling a yawn. Even at this hour, the streets were busy - children and teenagers making their way to school, adults heading off to work - uniforms and business attire as far as the eye could see. It wasn't all that bad, except for the few odd stares he recieved with the Kudamon wrapped around his neck; he made sure to make it a point to ignore them. He'd been to Kyoto many a time when he was younger, often spending most of his time here now a days to stay away from Tokyo, some of the areas there bringing a memory that was still too fresh and sore - though years old by now. He had spent enough time here to know when the streets died down from the morning shufle - and by the time it hit, he found himself relaxing a little, feeling less pressure to try and make himself look at least respectable. ... or rather, as respectable as he could. Stopping off by a street food vendor, he picked up a few pieces of taiyaki, packing them away in a small backpack he had with two pulled out, one for himself and one for Tali, the digimon happily munching the face off of the fish shaped cake. Griffin, on the other hand, found himself staring at his more interesting than eating it, paying little to no attention to his surroundings - going where his feet took him, dodging people and obstacles as he saw them or his digimon muttered at him that he was being stupid and that he should pay attention. More than once did his partner mention to find something to do, continuing with his list with the occasional repeat... and each suggestion found itself shot down with one reason or another. He hated days off. handful of anger held in my chest |
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