Week Fourteen: Sunday
Who: Kin and Shoko
When: Late afternoon
Where: Wandering about in the hallways

For over and hour he has been sitting near one of the huge windows in the hallway. Sketch book and pencil in hand, waiting for something from nature to take him by surprise, but so far... Nothing happened. Maybe these couple few days weren't his. Funny though, that he was walking around in the clothing he used for painting, the dry bits here and there scratching his stomach as he walked. And yes, he couldn't stay at that window any longer. If nothing was coming to him, what was the point?

The end of the pencil was tapped against his jeans that were slowly fading from over washing; paint, it does the clothing good! Not really. But it really didn't bother him. There were some people who didn't like walking around in their painter clothing. He on the other hand, loved it.

When coming toward the cafeteria, it couldn't be helped to check if anything was there to nibble on. He really didn't need it, but if there were the sweets he loved so much, then yeah, he had to pick something up. That would be the only thing he'd allow himself to indulge with.

And guess what? They had those little pastries with the cream in the middle and chocolate icing on the top. He never knew what they were, but they tasted so, so good. Of course, being off in his own little world, while eating his pastry in the hallway, he wasn't looking where he was going. Walking around with your eyes closed and making little 'mmm' sounds wasn't the smart thing to do. Kin finally came to realize that when his sketchbook, as well as himself, fell to the floor. A shot a pain ran up his rear and his spine, causing a little gasp to escape.

"Dômo sumimasen!" He said quickly in japanese, over and over again. With his head as low as it could possibly go in the position he was in. The pastry was forgotten, and all he wanted was forgiveness, from whoever he bumped into.