02-25-2020, 10:50 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]WE'VE BECOMES ECHOES BUT ECHOES, THEY FADE AWAY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
These last few days were hard on the boy. He had his whole life crash down in a matter of seconds, along with his house. Now he was in a different house, with people he wasn't related to - how would his heists even work now being his main concern. Yet, he was still not used to living with people. After Oyaji... died, or whatever the hell happened, faked his death, worked with the mafia looking for Pandora - his mother left to live a life of partying. As a young child, the only time he wasn't alone was when he saw Jii-chan again, but he too went missing. He wanted to make the trek back to Toichi's grave, but knew it wasn't possible.
It wasn't safe enough, and he'd break down at his grave stone. He didn't know what to do. The magician and man he respected - was that a ruse? Someone looking like him to shock him? He didn't know, and uses his paw to ruffle his fur. Damn, he needed a smoke. He only used them in stressful situations. He stood out by the tavern, a cigarette in paw, asking for someone to light it. When an NPC did, he takes a long drag, sighing, sitting on a bench outside.
It wasn't safe enough, and he'd break down at his grave stone. He didn't know what to do. The magician and man he respected - was that a ruse? Someone looking like him to shock him? He didn't know, and uses his paw to ruffle his fur. Damn, he needed a smoke. He only used them in stressful situations. He stood out by the tavern, a cigarette in paw, asking for someone to light it. When an NPC did, he takes a long drag, sighing, sitting on a bench outside.