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Post by isamukinyishi on Apr 15, 2009 13:00:25 GMT -5
Isamu was awakened this morning by the sun shining directly in his face.
Considering the fact that he'd wanted to sleep in late, let's just say he wasnt exactly happy about that. He'd been in his new home for a couple of days by this time, but he still had yet to furnish his home with the simply things. Sure there was furniture, there was a bed, there were chairs and a table... however, there were no curtains, no rugs, no nothing. None of the finer amenities. It was time to fix that.
Crawling out of bed with an exasperated sigh, Isamu padded off to get ready and make an excursion out into the public. How ironic, he thought to himself ...for all our grand schemes, for all the power people might possess, for all the godlikeness I may proclaim...I still have to do simple things like go buy curtains.. It was a thought that brought a small smile of amusement to his face - a luxury that he only allowed himself during moments he was alone.
An hour later, he strolled out the door without his normal blazer and slacks - today he was riding his motorcycle, so jeans, racing boots and his bike jacket was his attire. Throwing a leg over the bike, he started the engine, then pulled on his gloves. The raucous reverberations of the Yoshi pipe throbbed throughout the neighborhood as he pulled off, racing down the street. No more than 20 minutes later, he pulled into the parking garage at the mall.
Leaving the helmet on the bike, Isamu stuck the gloves inside it and made his way into the busy shopping center. Pausing in front of the directory, his sunglasses reflected the map as he perused it. Where the hell would I go to find curtains? He was a normal guy afterall. Or so it seemed anyway. |
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