━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Yesterday, words just weren't enough xxxEven if we disagree with each other xxxDon't stop, I want to know you betterxxxSometimes you want to be alone xEven if you leave, your heart won't be buried xxxAnd then you'll realize the person that's important to youxxxAlways, always, there are days when things don't necessarily go very well xxSo Smile!
Ichigo smiled when Setsuko had gone out of the way to get her things and went ahead and paid for them. Grabbing the umbrella while he held onto the bags, she smiles at his words. "I would love to keep you company in your home. Gives me the chance to play guest and you the lovely host."
LET THE WIND CARRY MY VOICE AND THE MUSIC CONVEY WHAT'S IN MY HEART A BRIGHTER DAY WILL SHINESO LET YOUR VOICE BE HEARD LET ME BE THE ONE TO HELP YOU SPEAK FOR YOU ARE MY VOICE AND I AM YOURS
Setsuko returned her smile, opened the door and their umbrella waiting for Ichigo. It has been one of his habits to pay for the ladies; something that was taught to him by his family. If he was to spend more time with them then he figured that he would need to take a job. A part time job should do the trick since he still needs to focus on his music more than anything else.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Yesterday, words just weren't enough xxxEven if we disagree with each other xxxDon't stop, I want to know you betterxxxSometimes you want to be alone xEven if you leave, your heart won't be buried xxxAnd then you'll realize the person that's important to youxxxAlways, always, there are days when things don't necessarily go very well xxSo Smile!
Ichigo followed along, excited to see where her new friend lived and secretly glad she got to be alone with him.
Skylar walked briskly in the direction of the grocery store, the heels of her boot pounding into the pavement. This had to be a quick trip; Bree was coming over and it was too cold for her to stay outdoors for too long. "Milk, eggs, some kind of meat." she ticked off the items she needed on her mental list, counting them off on her fingers. It was a short list, for she could only remember a certain amount of items, but what was there--or what she could remember-- were the every day things she needed to get through the day. Satisfied that she'd be able to remember everything she needed, the pink haired woman gave a firm nod of the head; fingers pulling through her hair to push back her bangs. She continued her walk towards the store, her steps quick and purposeful. From the inside of her pocket her phone vibrated, alerting her to a new message. One hand plunged into the pocket, wrapping her fingers around the object to get a better grip, before she retrieved it. The screen was still bright by the time she brought her phone closer to her face, and one cheek ballooned out as she read over the text.
No. So Bree wasn't coming over then? Skylar released the air she had accumulated in her cheeks in a sigh as her fingers tapped away at the touch screen. Well, alright. It was a short text and a response to the other woman's even shorter one. It was cause for concern. No explanation, no 'sorry', and no punctuation. Bree always texted so proper; she didn't believe in all of that 'text lingo'. Something must've been wrong. Or maybe... maybe she was just reading too much into this? There was far too much worry for a two letter reply. With a huff, the phone was shoved back into her pocket and she quickened her pace. Just because she no longer had company coming over, didn't mean she'd dawdle; there was still the concern of the temperature!
She entered the grocery store, sighing in relief as the automatic doors closed behind her. Yes! Heat! Skylar grabbed a nearby shopping basket and went to work. She'd it as a time to ignore the fact that she'd gotten out of bed, and cleaned for nothing, instead she'd view it as her insintive to get out of the bed to enjoy the day, get a few things done around the house, and go to the grocery store; which she had desperately needed to do. Not usually the optimist, she was surprised by her own train of thought, but allowed the overall good feeling to wash over her. Today wasn't too bad! She paid for her items quickly, a satisfied smirk lighting across her face at the final price. See? It hadn't even made a dent in her cash. It was a good day. With bags in hand, she exited the store; mind now elsewhere. Since she was out, might as well head to the pet store too.
⋮ ☈ ❝ ( Ichiro, Daichi "D." ) ❞ ☆ 「company 」 ⋮ no one 「condition 」 ⋮ Normal [100/100|100/100] 「location 」 ⋮ Front Aisle (Working) [Cashier] 「inventory / appearance 」 ⋮
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String
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Photo ID Credit Card [$400] Cash&Coin [39.50]
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Cellphone
White Socks Black Boots
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Daichi flipped through the pages of the magazine thoughtfully as he indulged himself in his sweets. Given the day's festivities, he was rather free compared to usual. Being payed for doing nothing wasn't a crazy man's dream it seemed. Flipping another page, he looked up momentarily as someone entered, nodding in greeting before returning his attention to his magazine.
Glancing down at his phone, he spaced out rather intensely before he sighed. While he'd told her to or not, he'd all but expected her to call at least once. Maybe she had a little more restraint than his sister.
Looking up, he received the customer thoughtfully. "We're having a sale on these, two for two." he explained thoughtfully as he rang up her soda.
The woman looked at him as if to think about it for a moment before, as expected, she went to get another, leaving him to return to his meandering around the contents of his magazine. When she returned, he sat up again and finished ringing her up.
"Thank you. Have a good day." he mused as the woman left.
Looking around the store, he noticed one of the displays had been knocked down and sighed. There was a limit, really, to how dense one had to be to no notice that they knocked something like it down. Lifting up the cardboard cutout of what to be some celebrity, he sighed, loose hairs falling about his features haphazardly.
This really was troublesome. Though it didn't happen often, his hair was bothersome to deal with without a mirror. Undoing the small clip that kept his hair up, he set to redoing it as he made his way back to the register, gazing out the shops windows at the street thoughtfully as he worked.
Red/Blue Hair Clips [6](Head) White/Blue Work Shirt Black Work Pants
------ Right Pocket ------
String
------ Wallet ------ (Rear Right Pocket)
Photo ID Credit Card [$400] Cash&Coin [39.50]
------ Phone Clip ------ (Belt)
Cellphone
White Socks Black Boots
｜｜ａｔ ｕ - why am I h e r e ⋮⋮
Having finished putting his hair back up, he made his way back over to the counter and began reading through his magazine as another customer entered the store. "Welcome." he mused, waving before returning to his magazine.
Sighing, he leaned on the counter, resting his head on his hand as he looked out at the streets beyond the store's windows. Obviously bored, one could tell just by looking at him, though it could seem to some that he was probably deep in thought.
Turning his attention back to the customer who was browsing the aisles he watched for a moment before going back to his magazine.
It was odd, but to be honest, he preferred the store when it was busy. That lack of time to think left him unable to be as bored as he was.
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Kaito Ryuu
|| Married || Twenty Three (23) || 183 Lbs || Wearing || Thinking⇨ Where to first. With⇨ Lysander
Kaito walked up to the doors of the store. Due to the fact they where motion senesced they opened at his presence. His face held a rather stern expression that was sketched over with tiredness. Green eyes glanced around the store after he took his first step inside. The store seemed empty enough which was good because he wasn't much in the mood to be dealing with anyone but Lysander. With his left hand still in his pocket and his other picking up and holding a small basket he walked into an aisle and paced its length, finding nothing useful. What does he need for a fun day? He regretted never having one before. He sighed and turned into the next aisle finding, once again, nothing useful. He sighed but it turned into a yawn quickly. He blinked and pulled his left hand out of his pocket, pushing his glasses to the top of his hair, pulling his hair back. There was something to be thankful his hair had been tickling at his face, so bothersome. The door opened, he knew by the sound of the two textures creating friction as they slide against themselves. He leaned back to see if he knew the one entering the store. Nope, just some guy who worked her. He shrugged and moved onto the next aisle. He was about to lose hope with this one as well but then he was confronted with a large section of sweets. He nodded and put in the basket two bags of peach rings and a few warhead candies. He also found cake mix, and after a moment of thought he decided, why not. Maybe he could make a peanut butter cake? Something along the lines of that, Lysander did love his peanut butter cookies. No, cake was over doing it, he put the cake mix away and dropped down into a crouch, balancing himself easily on the balls of his feet. His eyes skimmed the isle until he found what he needed for homemade peanut butter cookies. He smiled and nodded to himself putting them in the basket. He walked to the drinks and picked out the 12 pack of beer. Setting it into the basket he looked at his selection of things. Now the questioned accused, was this a little to much, or not enough? He scuffed to himself. Marriage was hard when you had no idea how to make your partner happy, and really that thought saddened him. He would never admit to it but knowing that he couldn't just go somewhere knowing for certain it would make Lysander happy disgusted him. How could he marry a man and then put him into a love life like this. He sighed and shook his head softly as he walked to the front desk. Small but longish strands of soft brown hair slipped out from the wedge in between his glasses and the top of his head and at lest two to three stands hung over his forehead.
He set the basket of things and the clerk boy started to cheek them out. He placed his elbows on the glass of the counter and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms them slid his hands down his face. He listened carefully to the sound of his rough palms against the slight stubble on his face. He had forgotten to shave. He sighed and stood back up straight pulling out his wallet and opening it. "Hey buddy, you okay?" The clerk boy asked him. Kaito shot him a glare, not intentionally Kaito just did this kind of thing but the glare gave off a 'how dare you speak to me' or 'another word and I kill you' kind of vibe. "Fine." He said looking back at his wallet staring down at the picture of Lysander, the word had left his lips feeling and even sounding dry. "Need help with anything?" The kid asked him as he struggled to scan the price for the warhead and peach ring bags. Kaito looked away from his wallet with the same glare on his face, but it seemed to lighten up a little when he raised an eyebrow. Despite the fact that he didn't like to Kaito had many facial expressions and good control over them at that. The kid stared up at him and seemed a little freaked. "Rough day huh?" He asked with nervousness leaking out of his word like a bad pipe. To this Kaito furrowed his brows, knitting then together rather tightly and this action was followed by a scuff. "Tell me about it." He murmured. His brows unfurrowed and he went back to his normal serial killer look. "I'm trying to impress my partner with a nice night-" His eyes flickered to the mirror in the corner of the room and he saw the clock. "Afternoon I mean, any ideas kid?" He asked bring his attention back to the kid who had messy dirty blond hair and was kind of scrawny. The kids expression light up and he scanned the last of the bags and dropped down behind the counter. Kaito pulled out his ID and his credit card. His ID was likely unneeded, stress and lack of sleep had caused him to look a little older than he really was anyways. The kid popped back up with a box of condoms and a goofy smile on his face. "This should do the trick, I mean, you have the beer." He said. Kaito furrowed his brows together once more, this time out of both frustration, irritation and confusion. Setting the two cards down on the counter next to his wallet. Kaito shook his head softly, another strange of hair slipped from his glasses hold. "You know what, nevermind." He showed the kid his ID and the kid nodded "Your to old to bother showing me that." He said. Kaito scuffed and put it away as the boy scanned the sugar for the cookies. The boys brown eyes flickered down to Kaito's wallet. "Its lame to have pictures in your wallet man." He said scanning the last of his teams and starting to bag them. Kaito slid him the credit card. "I don't see how, elaborate and quickly." Kaito said, he may hate other people but he was interested and got interested easily. "Its just lame." The kid looked at the photo. "I mean really, only chick do that, is he like your brother or something? Dad maybe?" Kaito picked up the bags. (There where two of them and then the 12 pack) and fixed the card back in his wallet before stuffing it into his pockets and grabbing the 12 pack. He looked over to the kid and shock his head. "Try husband, have a good day kid." The kid gave him a bewildered look but seemed to get over it quickly. "Yeah, good day then?" He said as Kaito left the store. He thinks Lysander thinks he doesn't like people to know there together, really Kaito just doesn't see the point in wasting the effort of telling everyone and letting them know there together. It bothered him how touchy Lysander was in public and that only increased when they where around people they knew. It, well wasn't annoying but it wasn't any fun. Kaito let out another signature sigh as he walked home. He was a terrible husband. [exits]
Red/Blue Hair Clips [6](Head) White/Blue Work Shirt Black Work Pants
------ Right Pocket ------
String
------ Wallet ------ (Rear Right Pocket)
Photo ID Credit Card [$400] Cash&Coin [39.50]
------ Phone Clip ------ (Belt)
Cellphone
White Socks Black Boots
｜｜ａｔ ｕ - why am I h e r e ⋮⋮
Sighing, Daichi put a can of soup on the shelf thoughtfully as he found himself wanting another lolipop. Scratching his head, he shrugged before continuing to put away the soup.
When he finished, he took a moment to check the time before standing and heading to the checkout counter, throwing away the carton the soup had been in. Continuing, he made his way into the staff room and grabbed another lolipop, unwrapping it and sticking it in his mouth before making his way back out to the back of the store.
Returning he began stocking another shelf before he rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed again before continuing. It was on days like this that he hated his job. Finding no more meaning in it than to be bored enough to actually want to deal with people. It would at least ease his boredom. Halfway through, another customer entered as he stocked the shelf, making his way past Daichi at one point before continuing on. The guy gave off this disgustingly hostile vibe. Seemed like he wasn't all that good at thinking without a look of irritation. Shrugging, he found that a little curious thing like that was dealing with his boredom to some extent. Standing, he made his way to the back room with the empty box before returning with a full one and continued to stock the shelves.
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⋮ ☈ ❝ ( Ichiro, Daichi "D." ) ❞ ☆ 「company 」 ⋮ no one 「condition 」 ⋮ Normal [100/100|100/100] 「location 」 ⋮ Aisles (Working) [Cashier] 「inventory / appearance 」 ⋮ This goes after the post!
This goes before the post!
Hair (Let Down / Clipped Up)
Mouth:
Held:
Red/Blue Hair Clips [6](Head) White/Blue Work Shirt Black Work Pants
------ Right Pocket ------
String
------ Wallet ------ (Rear Right Pocket)
Photo ID Credit Card [$400] Cash&Coin [39.50]
------ Phone Clip ------ (Belt)
Cellphone
White Socks Black Boots
This goes after the post!This goes before the post!
｜｜ａｔ ｕ - why am I h e r e ⋮⋮
Standing, Daichi sighed and rubbed his forehead tiredly. He'd had to stock the shelves, as the actual stocker was out for the day. Lazily, he made his way back to the staff room and sat down on the couch tiredly for a moment, as it was about time for him to knock off. Checking his watch, he sat there for a moment longer before standing and going back out to man a register.
Charlie tapped her foot against the back of the counter in an attempt to force herself to pay attention. It was her first day at work, after all, and she wanted to make a good impression! Despite the fact that there was nobody around. The few customers that meandered the store had already told her several times that NO, they did not need any help finding anything. So what was she supposed to do? The place was dead. Apparently, early afternoons weren't prime time for grocery shoppers.
It had been a long day, and her shift would be over in just another hour. Charlie had managed to arrive on time that morning, despite having to run back no less than three times because she forgot something at her apartment. With a little bit of rushing and a little bit of running, though, she'd arrived just in time. After being briefly trained in her duties that morning, the day had gone relatively smoothly.
And now, as the sun inched it's way towards the horizon, Charlie waited. It killed her that she had to get a "real" job, when all she wanted to do was the work she'd chosen for herself. But she had to eat to live; that was just the way the world worked. So she stood here kicking the counter, waiting for her shift to end so she could stop trying to pay attention to a basically empty grocery store.
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In three hours Skylar would have to go to work but before then he had to get a few things done. He didn't want to go home to empty cupboards or his fridge having nothing in it so he had to get this over with. He hated going grocery shopping. Getting the food that was fun but lining up to be served sure was a pain in the a**. He didn't mind interacting with the cashier who served people it was just sometimes he would be waiting for a long time before being waited on. He really needed to look into that whole order online thing. Would make things a hell of a lot easier.
He entered the store with the trolley in front of him as he pushed it around. He had a list of items he needed to get to sustain him for a fortnight. The majority of the food he was getting were meat and vegetables. Gotta live a healthy lifestyle right? He pushed his long green hair out of his eyes as he scanned for each item that caught his attention and that was on the list. This was a little frustrating as he had to find each item. He definitely now considered that just ordering would be better.
Was there literally nothing for her to do? Charlie ceased kicking her foot and leaned forward at the register, propping an elbow on the counter and resting her chin in her hand. Her other hand began to tap lightly at the plastic, and she chewed her lip absently. At the sound of an opening door, Charlie's eyes drifted to see who had come in. Some boy with colorful hair, it appeared. What kind of dye did he use to get his hair that color? She pondered this for a moment, watching the locks swish back and forth as the boy walked into an aisle.
Suddenly, she jolted upright, shaking her head swiftly. Of course! A new customer! Mentally kicking herself for forgetting her duty, Charlie's steps carried her swiftly around the register and to the aisle she'd seen the newcomer disappear down. Approaching him, she said brightly, "Hi there! Can I help you find anything?" As she waited for a reply, she said a silent prayer, hoping he would say yes. Anything to alleviate the mundanity of this place. Anything to distract her from the itch in her mind, begging her to continue sorting through old manuscripts.
