[closed action] [ Shiba's seated at the edge of the rooftop, the very same rooftop that he's been sitting on for the past several nights, thinking to himself. He rolls a cigarette in between his fingers idly, watching, waiting, anticipating....for some fun to come his way. ]
[ Not to say that Marina hasn't been living up to his expectations. Not at all! He doesn't remember the last time he's had this much fun meeting people, living in a cramped place with so many humans, talking jovially with others. It was so much easier to pretend that he was normal here. So much more fun to nod and smile with the masses. ]
[ He wondered how long it'd stay like this. How long it would be before everything started rushing together in one massive, blank, mundane picture. Something would have to be done before that, he thinks, flicking off his lighter and putting it back into his pocket. And he knew just the thing. ]