A. [Tokito is sitting at a table at the back of Seventh Heaven. It's been a few weeks since his arrival in Luceti, but he still usually tries to keep to himself when there are large crowds around. Without Kubota around he'd had to learn to manage talking to people by himself, a skill that he's made progress on throughout the past year, but that's still a bit shaky at times. He gets frustrated easily. Especially when people start going on about things he doesn't understand. If Kubo-chan was here he'd explain...But he's not so there's no point in thinking about it.
Tokito has actually spent a lot of time since his arrival pushing away thoughts of Kubota. What an idiot. If anyone should have been abducted by a strange organization it should have been him.
When Tokito isn't sitting at his table, sulking over his soda, he'll wait until the bar area clears out some before approaching and taking a seat on one of the stools. He orders another soda and does some people watching out of the corner of his eyes.]
B. [Tokito doesn't have much experience with snow, aside from the fact that it falls in Yokohama every winter. But to him it was a type of weather like any other. Not something to look forward to, or to enjoy playing in. Sure he'd seen a few Christmas specials, he knew what snowmen and snow angels were. But they had never been a part of his life.
Maybe it's because he doesn't remember anything about his childhood. He doesn't have memories of his parents bundling him up before he went out to play. He doesn't remember rolling around in the snow or having snowball fights. But that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about it.
So when he spots a group of kids engaged in epic snowball warfare, he can't help but stop and watch. A part of him longs to join in just to know what it feels like. Eventually one of the kids notices him and gestures him over. They show him how to roll the best snowball and show him some of the better places to hide. Then the match is on and for the first time in a long time he's actually having fun.
Until he gets carried away and throws one of his snowballs with his right hand, sending it flying past his opponent and towards whatever unfortunate victim who is about to be beamed in the face. Oops.]
Tokito Minoru | Wild Adapter
Tokito has actually spent a lot of time since his arrival pushing away thoughts of Kubota. What an idiot. If anyone should have been abducted by a strange organization it should have been him.
When Tokito isn't sitting at his table, sulking over his soda, he'll wait until the bar area clears out some before approaching and taking a seat on one of the stools. He orders another soda and does some people watching out of the corner of his eyes.]
B. [Tokito doesn't have much experience with snow, aside from the fact that it falls in Yokohama every winter. But to him it was a type of weather like any other. Not something to look forward to, or to enjoy playing in. Sure he'd seen a few Christmas specials, he knew what snowmen and snow angels were. But they had never been a part of his life.
Maybe it's because he doesn't remember anything about his childhood. He doesn't have memories of his parents bundling him up before he went out to play. He doesn't remember rolling around in the snow or having snowball fights. But that doesn't mean he wasn't curious about it.
So when he spots a group of kids engaged in epic snowball warfare, he can't help but stop and watch. A part of him longs to join in just to know what it feels like. Eventually one of the kids notices him and gestures him over. They show him how to roll the best snowball and show him some of the better places to hide. Then the match is on and for the first time in a long time he's actually having fun.
Until he gets carried away and throws one of his snowballs with his right hand, sending it flying past his opponent and towards whatever unfortunate victim who is about to be beamed in the face. Oops.]