Post by Taiki Tsutsugami on Mar 15, 2015 22:07:21 GMT -5
He didn’t like coming to Tokyo anymore. Not after that brush in with the psychotic, green haired woman who summoned a dragon to burn him to a crisp all because she thought he was groping her, or something. Go figure. Taiki had tried to stop the actual groper and instead he got half of his body burned.
But his routine couldn’t be broken that simply. It was just modified to help keep whatever level of self-control he still had in him. Enough to keep him from breaking and blowing the entire country all the way to America. He needed that sort of stability to keep himself in check—to filter the darkness he had played with as a child.
So, he was walking through a different part of Tokyo, opting to take the long way to a small bar that was nestled away from the common folk. The teen was a couple years shy of being able to legally drink on his own, but no one had called him out the past two times he had shown up. He’d never actually get drunk, but he liked to tease his body with the idea of it. A couple drinks to ease himself back and ignore the strain in his muscles. To relax for just a few moments and feel at least somewhat normal.
His parents didn’t know. That was why he had to occasionally glance over his shoulder and keep an eye out for anyone of his family tailing him. It wouldn’t be the first time and sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. Especially after psycho bitch. Even though his mom had been understanding about the situation, it didn’t exactly end with smiles.
Burying the thought and his hands in his pockets for the time being, he slunk into the bar with one last glance over his shoulder. The tension melted from his back and a smile hinted at the corner of his lips. It was late afternoon and the middle of the week, so the place wasn’t exactly crowded, but not exactly dead either. A few faces that Taiki had seen before, just as many new faces. No one was really talking to each other.
Just like he had the time before and the time before that, Taiki sat on the fourth barstool, the tips of his shoes pressing against the wood counter, and his hands resting on the smooth surface. Repetition was his security blanket and today of all days he needed it. No interruptions. Just a nice, calming drink.
[422. 8]
But his routine couldn’t be broken that simply. It was just modified to help keep whatever level of self-control he still had in him. Enough to keep him from breaking and blowing the entire country all the way to America. He needed that sort of stability to keep himself in check—to filter the darkness he had played with as a child.
So, he was walking through a different part of Tokyo, opting to take the long way to a small bar that was nestled away from the common folk. The teen was a couple years shy of being able to legally drink on his own, but no one had called him out the past two times he had shown up. He’d never actually get drunk, but he liked to tease his body with the idea of it. A couple drinks to ease himself back and ignore the strain in his muscles. To relax for just a few moments and feel at least somewhat normal.
His parents didn’t know. That was why he had to occasionally glance over his shoulder and keep an eye out for anyone of his family tailing him. It wouldn’t be the first time and sure as hell wouldn’t be the last. Especially after psycho bitch. Even though his mom had been understanding about the situation, it didn’t exactly end with smiles.
Burying the thought and his hands in his pockets for the time being, he slunk into the bar with one last glance over his shoulder. The tension melted from his back and a smile hinted at the corner of his lips. It was late afternoon and the middle of the week, so the place wasn’t exactly crowded, but not exactly dead either. A few faces that Taiki had seen before, just as many new faces. No one was really talking to each other.
Just like he had the time before and the time before that, Taiki sat on the fourth barstool, the tips of his shoes pressing against the wood counter, and his hands resting on the smooth surface. Repetition was his security blanket and today of all days he needed it. No interruptions. Just a nice, calming drink.
[422. 8]
