Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jun 14, 2019 18:54:43 GMT -4
Life's fun.
Is it not?
When one can quietly walk through the streets of Kabuchiko, passing by several people he might never see again, maybe a familiar face or two that has dropped by his place before, while he takes whiffs of his favorite brand of cigarette that he loosely holds on the right corner of his mouth, look up at the sky and see, along with the small tower of smoke who quickly dissipated into thin air, the blue, mellow skies and simply close his eyes, knowing he holds no more guilts or worries, he really couldn't help but think it.
Life's fun.
So much fun indeed that, now that his mind was much clearer than before, having spoken his peace to Emi in a surprise interview, he felt more energized than ever, ready to go out there and keep making the world his bitch through monetary means. So far, he had kept it relatively low-key and simple since he didn't have the patience or the mind to go further but, now, he had absolute confidence. He knew very damn well that whatever choice he'd make, it would be a very good one.
Maybe get his hands into a new budding business, unrelated to his own. Flexibility is key.
What else is key?
Awareness.
Since, suspiciously, even if the day was incredible and, for once, people actually sighed and shivered in pleasure whenever they passed by his area of effect, even if he greeted his regular costumers and no one seemed to look at him with nasty eyes or looking to mug him, something still felt bad; weird.
Suspicious.
An experienced fighter like him knew all-too-well about that gut feeling and to trust it, he definitely knew that, if he wasn't being secretely watched, something was gonna go haywire very fast. Or maybe, he was just paranoid, in his Pavlovian response to unusually good days, where, after thinking everything was perfect, some sort of shit hit the proverbial fan.
Of course, with this much paranoia, he forgot one thing...
To watch where he's going.
Is it not?
When one can quietly walk through the streets of Kabuchiko, passing by several people he might never see again, maybe a familiar face or two that has dropped by his place before, while he takes whiffs of his favorite brand of cigarette that he loosely holds on the right corner of his mouth, look up at the sky and see, along with the small tower of smoke who quickly dissipated into thin air, the blue, mellow skies and simply close his eyes, knowing he holds no more guilts or worries, he really couldn't help but think it.
Life's fun.
So much fun indeed that, now that his mind was much clearer than before, having spoken his peace to Emi in a surprise interview, he felt more energized than ever, ready to go out there and keep making the world his bitch through monetary means. So far, he had kept it relatively low-key and simple since he didn't have the patience or the mind to go further but, now, he had absolute confidence. He knew very damn well that whatever choice he'd make, it would be a very good one.
Maybe get his hands into a new budding business, unrelated to his own. Flexibility is key.
What else is key?
Awareness.
Since, suspiciously, even if the day was incredible and, for once, people actually sighed and shivered in pleasure whenever they passed by his area of effect, even if he greeted his regular costumers and no one seemed to look at him with nasty eyes or looking to mug him, something still felt bad; weird.
Suspicious.
An experienced fighter like him knew all-too-well about that gut feeling and to trust it, he definitely knew that, if he wasn't being secretely watched, something was gonna go haywire very fast. Or maybe, he was just paranoid, in his Pavlovian response to unusually good days, where, after thinking everything was perfect, some sort of shit hit the proverbial fan.
Of course, with this much paranoia, he forgot one thing...
To watch where he's going.
