Kazuya Arai (puppetofhisown) wrote in disappear_rpg, @ 2010-02-03 16:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | kazuya, kou |
Who: Kazuya, Kou, bus-stop passengers.
What: Talkings.
Where: Bus stop of doom.
When: After school.
Why: So I herd u are doctor.
Kazuya had started taking the after-school bus. In all relativity, he could have just walked the distance to his home in a comfortable amount of time. It would have been easier and cheaper to do so, but it also ran the risk of people seeing him. Certain people. One certain person. And on the bus, there wasn't any risk of that. Well, not a large one anyway. It wasn't as if the person were watching all of the bus transactions from the school, and he'd laid out a plan quite efficiently to avoid all chances of that.
But in truth, there was a double-meaning to his decision of taking the bus. There was one student.. Oubai? Something like that. He'd seen him a few times in their group before. But that wasn't important. What was important was his interests, which involved physician work. Wanted to be a doctor or something like that. Which meant that he would have studied up on such doctor-things, which meant he could help. It was a belated conclusion, but he'd found after some asking around that one Oubai took the after-school bus. So, why not? There was a chance they'd run into each other if he kept taking the bus.
It's what brought him to the present, having deliberately made his way to the spot earlier than usual for a chance of spotting his target. His books neatly organized in a bag which hung from the grip of his left hand, and himself merely lounging in the spot, with a book in hand. Reading always helped to pass the time, and it calmed the mind. Besides, the author was one of brilliance, even if his work was only compiled into thirteen chapters. Sun Tzu, The Art of War.