Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 28, 2014 20:17:35 GMT -5
Akira was the sort of person to hold onto promises. Usually. Sometimes. If he felt like it. Anyway, he had a certain tentative Vice-President that would soon be a formal Vice-President that also just so happened to be a valuable partner in Shadow-related activities. She had grown from some of her nastier habits, as well, so she was showing progress that made the boy particularly pleased. That was why, on that Saturday, a day in which he could have played lewd games on his computer with other people across the city's network, or even gone out training, he decided to follow-up on his promise to help train the wannabe hero in regards to her common sense. It was a hefty chore, to be sure. No doubt, there would be numerous issues with his training due to her unique nature. Of course, beggars couldn't be choosers. That just wasn't the way the game worked.
The boy's clothes were fairly casual that day. A simple pink T-shirt with the English word “Boss” in red was his choice of top. A light jacket, gray in color, accompanied it. Black jeans and tennis shoes finished up the bottom side of things. Despite the casual nature of his clothing, it was obvious he was in drag due to the make of the clothes. More than that, though, it should have been obvious when he was sporting glasses and pigtails. Over his right shoulder was a pack filled with numerous boxsets. Complete animated series were within. In his right hand was a bag filled with various snacks, mostly salty or sweet; the types that had empty calories- the types he never really ate.
”Ruka.” He called before giving three knocks on the girl's apartment door. ”Ruka.” He called once more, giving the same three knocks. The pattern of beckoning and knocking continued until she arrived at the door.
The boy's clothes were fairly casual that day. A simple pink T-shirt with the English word “Boss” in red was his choice of top. A light jacket, gray in color, accompanied it. Black jeans and tennis shoes finished up the bottom side of things. Despite the casual nature of his clothing, it was obvious he was in drag due to the make of the clothes. More than that, though, it should have been obvious when he was sporting glasses and pigtails. Over his right shoulder was a pack filled with numerous boxsets. Complete animated series were within. In his right hand was a bag filled with various snacks, mostly salty or sweet; the types that had empty calories- the types he never really ate.
”Ruka.” He called before giving three knocks on the girl's apartment door. ”Ruka.” He called once more, giving the same three knocks. The pattern of beckoning and knocking continued until she arrived at the door.