Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2017 11:11:36 GMT
Kyrarei Riei , ♥Notes: None
THE CREEPER'S BLOOD IS STEEPING ━━
from this undead wooden headboard
from this undead wooden headboard
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It was around noon, maybe a little after? Minh didn’t really pay attention to time, it was a Monday and it meant one thing to him.
It was time to meet his guardian for quality time. Of course many wouldn’t really understand their bonding, well maybe some people did. Not everyone had great guardians, but Minh had lucked out in his opinion. It was rare that he was upset(with him anyway), it was rare that he expected anything really from Minh.
There was occasional questions, such as: “Why did you snatch me up?”
Of course, he never really asked. Somehow, Minh never really got around to asking, simply because he didn’t really wanna know. Even if he had been foreign to plenty of socially acceptable things, he’d have to be an idiot not to notice Kyrarei had his hand in every pie; legal and illegal. There was a spot of fear that he was just being held on to, almost like a token for something bigger in the long scheme. Of course, this was only paranoia talking.
It could have been likely he felt bad, was that even possible? Minh certainly didn’t know, once again, never brought it up.
When he got to the roof, he knew he was a little early. Not that this was a problem, he’d just begin a little early. Heading to the corner of the roof and dropping his bag before taking a seat next to it, he quietly took out his cigarette case. Popping it open and taking out one of the rolled joints, he placed it between his lips and shut the case quickly. Stashing it back in his bag, before lighting it and taking a drag of it and holding it in a moment. Slowly releasing through his nostrils, and opening an eye to hear somebody coming.
“Kyrarei?” Minh asked, he didn’t want to get in trouble but if it wasn’t… Well fuck, he may have gave away his accomplice in crime.
“Fuck” he peered out to see who came up.
It was time to meet his guardian for quality time. Of course many wouldn’t really understand their bonding, well maybe some people did. Not everyone had great guardians, but Minh had lucked out in his opinion. It was rare that he was upset(with him anyway), it was rare that he expected anything really from Minh.
There was occasional questions, such as: “Why did you snatch me up?”
Of course, he never really asked. Somehow, Minh never really got around to asking, simply because he didn’t really wanna know. Even if he had been foreign to plenty of socially acceptable things, he’d have to be an idiot not to notice Kyrarei had his hand in every pie; legal and illegal. There was a spot of fear that he was just being held on to, almost like a token for something bigger in the long scheme. Of course, this was only paranoia talking.
It could have been likely he felt bad, was that even possible? Minh certainly didn’t know, once again, never brought it up.
When he got to the roof, he knew he was a little early. Not that this was a problem, he’d just begin a little early. Heading to the corner of the roof and dropping his bag before taking a seat next to it, he quietly took out his cigarette case. Popping it open and taking out one of the rolled joints, he placed it between his lips and shut the case quickly. Stashing it back in his bag, before lighting it and taking a drag of it and holding it in a moment. Slowly releasing through his nostrils, and opening an eye to hear somebody coming.
“Kyrarei?” Minh asked, he didn’t want to get in trouble but if it wasn’t… Well fuck, he may have gave away his accomplice in crime.
“Fuck” he peered out to see who came up.
