Post by Roxas Hiroaki on Aug 9, 2012 11:10:05 GMT -5
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[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;] | A light shade cast over the beating sun's violent rays. It was one of those hot days, where it seemed like it should be Summer instead of being Fall. The air was dry, none of that sticky wetness that made one sweat a lot with their clothes glued to their skins. That feeling was an uncomforable sensation, like your wet with your clothes on, sticky like you've just been put in a giant jar of jam. Roxas brushed the beads of sweat from his forehead, blue eyes straining to see what was going on around him. This is the problem with blue eyes, they are annoying in harsh sunlight even now as clouds dampened its harshness. The spikey haired blond boy let out a light sigh as he looked around to see a flower shop... maybe they had air conditioning! Yes... that was the only way he'd be caught in a flower shop. It wasn't that he didn't like flowers he was just he had no one who needed flowers. It was so close he could almost feel the cold air that would be inside. With his hand on the door, he jerked his arm back... a cool rush of air hitting his face. The small teen stepped inside... the wonderful feeling of air conditioning cooling down his warm body was wonderful. The student didn't really take notice of the people around him... assuming there were any aside from the shopkeeper. He might as well look around so it at least looks like he might buy something. People didn't seem to like it when you just stood in their store without even thinking about buying something after all. He wasn't really sure... though as long as he didn't have to be all that social there wouldn't be a problem. He always had problems in social situations. Even with family he found it hard to break the wall down. Maybe it was fear... Or hatred... Or sadness even that kept him quiet. Who knows it? |
