Post by Caulifro Angula on Oct 26, 2016 8:14:02 GMT
Thread PL: 1600 | Percentage towards Drewe's rampage: 0%
Sigh.
The dojo was silent. Drewe's expression was blank, slowly watching the edges of the piled papers flutter. He was really getting into it, his procrastination blocking out the loud voices of training martial artists hitting the bags with all their might.
'' Watch your stance there, your footing is a bit off! '' He'd occasionally yell in his silent dawdles, not really paying attention in the first place. But no one could blame him, as he always trained intensely in the morning; because of his very miss placed routine for the day. He had a childrenS class to teach, and had to work out the various billing, rent and the pay he gets from his repetitive customers. He wasn't exactly good at math, and he didn't try to hide it either. Every one has their flaws. To each and their own he guessed. He tapped away at the counter with his pen once more, letting the wind outside breath onto his neck. His head jarred upwards all of a sudden, a cold sweat had overcome Drewe. '' I-I forgot about my mom's birthday! '' He'd shout, with dozens of eyes staring directly at him. Suddenly, he leaped over the counter with great speed, suddenly gripping onto a man that seemed to be in his thirties, and put him behind the counter. The man was one of Drewe's working partners, who he had hired a couple of days back. The man was named Peter, a very ordinary name according to Drewe. He worked the night shift, and was paid minimum wage for it. . .
Drewe quickly waved Peter bye, and raced outside the door down to the main super market in East City. He ruffled through his pocket to find about 70 zeni with him. He sighed with relief, and quickly trotted off to the market. People gave him strange stares on the way, mostly looking at the tail wagging happily and whipping the concrete sidewalk. Children pointed, and women whispered '' saiyan ''. Drewe didn't exactly mind though, since this was ordinary for him. His occasional walks made people slightly frightened of the appearance of an extra-terrestrial just a couple of meters near them. After walking a couple of blocks, Drewe finally got to the huge super market. Advertisements platted on big billboards next to the road that led up to the parking lot. Drewe ruffled through the void he called his pocket again, pulling out a white piece of paper.
'' What does she like anyways. . ? ''
Sigh.
The dojo was silent. Drewe's expression was blank, slowly watching the edges of the piled papers flutter. He was really getting into it, his procrastination blocking out the loud voices of training martial artists hitting the bags with all their might.
'' Watch your stance there, your footing is a bit off! '' He'd occasionally yell in his silent dawdles, not really paying attention in the first place. But no one could blame him, as he always trained intensely in the morning; because of his very miss placed routine for the day. He had a childrenS class to teach, and had to work out the various billing, rent and the pay he gets from his repetitive customers. He wasn't exactly good at math, and he didn't try to hide it either. Every one has their flaws. To each and their own he guessed. He tapped away at the counter with his pen once more, letting the wind outside breath onto his neck. His head jarred upwards all of a sudden, a cold sweat had overcome Drewe. '' I-I forgot about my mom's birthday! '' He'd shout, with dozens of eyes staring directly at him. Suddenly, he leaped over the counter with great speed, suddenly gripping onto a man that seemed to be in his thirties, and put him behind the counter. The man was one of Drewe's working partners, who he had hired a couple of days back. The man was named Peter, a very ordinary name according to Drewe. He worked the night shift, and was paid minimum wage for it. . .
Drewe quickly waved Peter bye, and raced outside the door down to the main super market in East City. He ruffled through his pocket to find about 70 zeni with him. He sighed with relief, and quickly trotted off to the market. People gave him strange stares on the way, mostly looking at the tail wagging happily and whipping the concrete sidewalk. Children pointed, and women whispered '' saiyan ''. Drewe didn't exactly mind though, since this was ordinary for him. His occasional walks made people slightly frightened of the appearance of an extra-terrestrial just a couple of meters near them. After walking a couple of blocks, Drewe finally got to the huge super market. Advertisements platted on big billboards next to the road that led up to the parking lot. Drewe ruffled through the void he called his pocket again, pulling out a white piece of paper.
'' What does she like anyways. . ? ''