Who: Pietro (open) NPCs: New Yorker's What: Pietro is back in the park, and taking feeding the ducks into his own hands Where: Central Park - NYC When: Tuesday, November 27th
He had been patient. Or he had been his version of patient all over the holidays when everywhere he had gone there had been line ups of people. Everything had slowed to a crawl it felt like everyone he encountered had been suffering from some sort of turkey coma. He couldn't even honestly say that it was longing for Transia, that was making him so agitated, his patience had often been stretched to the breaking point while living there. No, he was simply, as always, frustrated with how slow the universe moved.
So he had gone back to the park, to watch the ducks gorge themselves on food. He had sat on what he had come to think of his as his bench, and watched the children feed the ducks, and watched as families walked oh so slowly by. It was enough to drive a person insane.
In the end he had gotten up from his seat and taken off for the grocery store. There he had had bought some bread, and then headed back to the park. Speeding through the ducks (no one was around so he only had to watch that he didn't misplace a foot and step on one of the animals) he had dumped the bread on the ground as he went. Then he went back to his seat, watching the somewhat dazed looking ducks muddle around and poke at the bread he had left for them.
Honestly. People seemed so relaxed doing that. Pietro didn't feel relaxed at all. The ducks didn't look relaxed either.