Pride, Virgo, who gives a shit, really? "Ankh" had his own issues to worry about. Especially with all the contradictory shit going on in his head. And most of it was revolving around a dark-haired woman. Sometimes she smiled fondly, sometimes she was angry and full of righteous indignation. In one memory he had her wrapped in chains and held over a river, and in another he was hugging her tight, his heart aching from missing her.
More disturbingly, sometimes he was hurting her too. And sometimes other people. A guy in colorful clothes was in these scenes a lot. And why was he falling from the sky?
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Maybe Kise was on to something. There was something weird going on with him. Maybe he was just losing it. Maybe the effort of all this was finally making him lose his marbles.
If his manager had anything to say about him climbing the tallest statue at the grounds that he could find, he wasn't paying any attention. He considered this his off-time, so he didn't have to listen to anyone. This abstract creation had a bowl-shaped bit at the top, which he dropped into happily. It's the closest he's come to privacy in a long-ass time.
Once he'd made himself comfortable, he pulled an ice cream bar out of his jacket and started eating it.
B - OTA
Basically, it was pig-out time. And furthermore, he was a lot more friendly about it. "Here, try this!" he insisted, pushing a scoop of ice-cream onto the plate of a passer-by. "Best orange cream I've ever had." He grinned. In a bowl that had once contained a centerpiece (the remains of which had been dumped in the trash) he had built himself quite the impressive sundae with all kinds of different syrups and toppings and several cherries. And a few extra spoons.
Moscow
Pride, Virgo, who gives a shit, really? "Ankh" had his own issues to worry about. Especially with all the contradictory shit going on in his head. And most of it was revolving around a dark-haired woman. Sometimes she smiled fondly, sometimes she was angry and full of righteous indignation. In one memory he had her wrapped in chains and held over a river, and in another he was hugging her tight, his heart aching from missing her.
More disturbingly, sometimes he was hurting her too. And sometimes other people. A guy in colorful clothes was in these scenes a lot. And why was he falling from the sky?
The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he got. Maybe Kise was on to something. There was something weird going on with him. Maybe he was just losing it. Maybe the effort of all this was finally making him lose his marbles.
If his manager had anything to say about him climbing the tallest statue at the grounds that he could find, he wasn't paying any attention. He considered this his off-time, so he didn't have to listen to anyone. This abstract creation had a bowl-shaped bit at the top, which he dropped into happily. It's the closest he's come to privacy in a long-ass time.
Once he'd made himself comfortable, he pulled an ice cream bar out of his jacket and started eating it.
B - OTA
Basically, it was pig-out time. And furthermore, he was a lot more friendly about it. "Here, try this!" he insisted, pushing a scoop of ice-cream onto the plate of a passer-by. "Best orange cream I've ever had." He grinned. In a bowl that had once contained a centerpiece (the remains of which had been dumped in the trash) he had built himself quite the impressive sundae with all kinds of different syrups and toppings and several cherries. And a few extra spoons.