Post by EMILIO CASTERN on Jul 7, 2014 12:37:50 GMT -5
my heart is cold, you can't leave
Emilio had slipped away from work, finally getting a day off from just life. School and other related things. However he'd rather not talk about it. Work was frustrating. Picking up after people not much better. The boy was a protective if not slightly clingy person, though he was also quite stubborn. He did not show his weaknesses, or be nice to people who tried to hurt his friends. That was pretty much how it went. Right now he had that feeling he wasn't doing something proper? As if he should be out elsewhere. Doing something better, but like that'd happen. Since today was technically his day off. His time away from other people. Mostly the people he worked with. School, the mafia. All of that. It took a lot out of a person sometimes, and he hated every second of it. Why wouldn't he after all. Right? Emilio just fixed his hair, made sure it was hanging over the purple colored band around his forehead.
He had to wonder what his boss was doing, no doubt some majorly annoying paper work. Which he would rather avoid too. But commenting on that didn't entirely help. So why bother right? Emilio would find another way to do this. Another way to deal with things. Somehow if he could even manage it. He had a feeling this was not going to happen as easily as he actually wanted it too anyway. For the most part. Either way he'd try to stop worrying, try to find another way to handle things. If he could. Shrugging this off he just wandered out into the cold, feeling it biting him slightly. Not as harshly as one might think but it still made him shiver. The goosebumps under his clothes were starting to get slightly annoying.
All he wanted to do was get out of here, find something to do. Or whatever. Maybe he could go bug the boss. For some fun. Not to tick her off or anything, he was not mean enough to do that to anyone much less her. Now well people who bugged her. That might be a different matter. Emilio just tugged his jacket up over his mouth. Feeling it hold at least a little bit of the warmth in. His lungs felt a bit strained, maybe that hit to the chest from that door had done a bit more then he liked. Either way he'd deal. That woman hadn't meant to hurt him, he'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time really.
The mafia boy wandered over to the shrine again. So far it didn't seem as if anyone was out here. So that was at least good for them. A little bit. Either way he didn't know what to do, nor cared what people thought. Let them do what they wanted, it was far from important to him, to begin with anyway. Right? He just settled down on the ground near the shrine and closed his eyes. Taking a peaceful nap while praying to the gods. It sounded about right to Emilio.
He had to wonder what his boss was doing, no doubt some majorly annoying paper work. Which he would rather avoid too. But commenting on that didn't entirely help. So why bother right? Emilio would find another way to do this. Another way to deal with things. Somehow if he could even manage it. He had a feeling this was not going to happen as easily as he actually wanted it too anyway. For the most part. Either way he'd try to stop worrying, try to find another way to handle things. If he could. Shrugging this off he just wandered out into the cold, feeling it biting him slightly. Not as harshly as one might think but it still made him shiver. The goosebumps under his clothes were starting to get slightly annoying.
All he wanted to do was get out of here, find something to do. Or whatever. Maybe he could go bug the boss. For some fun. Not to tick her off or anything, he was not mean enough to do that to anyone much less her. Now well people who bugged her. That might be a different matter. Emilio just tugged his jacket up over his mouth. Feeling it hold at least a little bit of the warmth in. His lungs felt a bit strained, maybe that hit to the chest from that door had done a bit more then he liked. Either way he'd deal. That woman hadn't meant to hurt him, he'd just been in the wrong place at the wrong time really.
The mafia boy wandered over to the shrine again. So far it didn't seem as if anyone was out here. So that was at least good for them. A little bit. Either way he didn't know what to do, nor cared what people thought. Let them do what they wanted, it was far from important to him, to begin with anyway. Right? He just settled down on the ground near the shrine and closed his eyes. Taking a peaceful nap while praying to the gods. It sounded about right to Emilio.
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