"Okay, Mr. Reyson." Yoshiki nods, lowering his basket and his shoulders as he steels himself for what's to follow.
Which is: one of the most awkward shopping experiences of his life. He was nearly done with his list, but it takes all his self-control to proceed with the rest without fuss. Every time they pass another shopper, he grows increasingly convinced they can tell that something's not right, and going through the check out line with the shadow of wings falling over him is as excruciating as walking over hot coals.
The hiss and slide of the automatic doors letting them both out into the early evening air is such a relief Yoshiki could almost let out a shaky sigh at it. Of course, he still has his company. He adjusts the grocery bags on his arm and looks over his shoulder, eyes almost invisible through his veiling hair.
"There's a park up the street," he says, as a suggestion, "Not too many people this time of day."
i just want you to know i'm laughing terribly at this
Which is: one of the most awkward shopping experiences of his life. He was nearly done with his list, but it takes all his self-control to proceed with the rest without fuss. Every time they pass another shopper, he grows increasingly convinced they can tell that something's not right, and going through the check out line with the shadow of wings falling over him is as excruciating as walking over hot coals.
The hiss and slide of the automatic doors letting them both out into the early evening air is such a relief Yoshiki could almost let out a shaky sigh at it. Of course, he still has his company. He adjusts the grocery bags on his arm and looks over his shoulder, eyes almost invisible through his veiling hair.
"There's a park up the street," he says, as a suggestion, "Not too many people this time of day."