[Waiting doesn't have to be synonymous with inaction. If it did, Takasugi wouldn't have a semblance of patience. He's spent too long traversing the long hallways, loitering pace and errant direction that sought nothing more than motion.
In circles, passing the same window displays until they all blurred into the sharp sheen of glass.
The fog may be home to a voracious hoard of unknown beasts, but conditions in the mall itself aren't much better. He may be better suited to the mist.
Approaching the bar, the thought occurs to him yet again - he hasn't bothered to count how many times he's been tempted to simply walk out of the doors. For the moment, the whim is abated by a stranger's dull voice and half-hearted invitation.
Takasugi accepts, sliding next to the man to reach over the bar and grab himself a bottle of bourbon and a cup. Settling into the stool, he pours himself a glass and leaves the bottle open.] A bad decision would liven the place up.
What do you think? Want to make one? [He raises his glass, a silent toast to the idea.]
potency
In circles, passing the same window displays until they all blurred into the sharp sheen of glass.
The fog may be home to a voracious hoard of unknown beasts, but conditions in the mall itself aren't much better. He may be better suited to the mist.
Approaching the bar, the thought occurs to him yet again - he hasn't bothered to count how many times he's been tempted to simply walk out of the doors. For the moment, the whim is abated by a stranger's dull voice and half-hearted invitation.
Takasugi accepts, sliding next to the man to reach over the bar and grab himself a bottle of bourbon and a cup. Settling into the stool, he pours himself a glass and leaves the bottle open.] A bad decision would liven the place up.
What do you think? Want to make one? [He raises his glass, a silent toast to the idea.]