who; Yayoi & Open where; Umm.. I don't really care. Random street ftw. XD when; Jan 12th, roughly 2 PM. summary; Yayoi's had about enough of being stuck inside with a quiet Soubi. rating; He's twelve, so I'd say PG depending on the other person's potty-mouth. status; In progress.
Soubi-san still wasn't precisely speaking to him---at least, not beyond the polite phrases and delicate, placid smiles that Yayoi had begun to realise were masks. He couldn't understand what he'd done wrong. It wasn't as if he'd meant for the word to appear so suddenly; he was pretty sure by now that it wasn't a tattoo. It didn't look like ink, and it wasn't sore at all. In fact, it looked as if it had always been there, a part of his skin, black letters looping elegantly down the side of his neck and across the top of his shoulder: eternal. It was a pretty enough word, he supposed, but sort of a weird thing to have written on your body.
Whatever it was, it made Soubi-san uncomfortable, so Yayoi had finally taken it upon himself to give the college student some space, and he'd left. Soubi-san had been kind enough to buy him more clothing, so he'd pulled on a long jacket to hide his tail, and his ears were masked beneath a hat. His long hair had been braided, and he was carrying a small pen-knife in the pocket of his jacket. Just in case. After all, who knew what kinds of things he might encounter on the streets? Most demons and vampires and things, he'd discovered through reading the network, came out only at night. But then.. Yayoi wasn't one to take unnecessary risks. And if nothing else, he could surprise it with the knife and take off running---he'd brought his inhaler for just such an emergency.
At the moment, though, he was pretty sure he was lost. While his English was pretty good, he still had a hard time reading it quickly or listening to it (accents were so bothersome), so getting directions anywhere could be a little complicated. Not that he had any specific destination in mind, really---getting out and walking was good enough for him. He hated being cooped up.
He paused at a crosswalk, gently tapping someone on the arm. "Sumima---" no, that wasn't right. "Umm. Excuse me. Is there anything.. around here worth seeing?" He probably should have looked up places before he'd left the apartment.