Post by Kaneki on Oct 8, 2015 11:11:52 GMT -5
This labyrinth of life, you can't tell wrong from right
The nighttime crowds seemed to swell underneath the neon signs and huge billboards. He should really be sleeping, but the beauty of the florescent lights and the life of the city had brought him out. He had remained sleepless, and as a result had started to roam aimlessly. He observed the colorful lights that gleamed abovehead and the people who chattered and bustled about. Of course, most were accompanied by pokemon.
His legs were carrying him all over Denki. Maybe he should buy something. There were plenty of snack carts around. But he wasn't that hungry. The redheaded young man blinked as his Fennekin, Ignazio, burst from his pokeball. The small fire-type's eyes widened as he beheld the nighttime scene. Silvio gave the starter a small, reassuring smile, before crouching down. The fox-like pokemon quickly clambered onto his shoulders. Silvio stood back up, hands shoved into his pockets as he hummed in a pleased manner.
There were so many choices. He could go eat, go to an arcade, buy a new cellphone, go to a club. Perhaps there was a concert of two happening. Yet, he had no idea of what exactly he wanted to do. There were so many choices, too many. How could he possibly decide? Maybe he just should have remained inside of his room, on the computer. But the nighttime life was beautiful and he could not resist it. He should ask someone to come with him next time... Or maybe he would run into someone he vaguely knew here. The constant flow of people caused the city to come alive, to breathe. It was always the people who painted the picture of what the city looked like. He didn't think he had ever been the type to enjoy nighttime like this.
But now, he wanted to marry the night.
His legs were carrying him all over Denki. Maybe he should buy something. There were plenty of snack carts around. But he wasn't that hungry. The redheaded young man blinked as his Fennekin, Ignazio, burst from his pokeball. The small fire-type's eyes widened as he beheld the nighttime scene. Silvio gave the starter a small, reassuring smile, before crouching down. The fox-like pokemon quickly clambered onto his shoulders. Silvio stood back up, hands shoved into his pockets as he hummed in a pleased manner.
There were so many choices. He could go eat, go to an arcade, buy a new cellphone, go to a club. Perhaps there was a concert of two happening. Yet, he had no idea of what exactly he wanted to do. There were so many choices, too many. How could he possibly decide? Maybe he just should have remained inside of his room, on the computer. But the nighttime life was beautiful and he could not resist it. He should ask someone to come with him next time... Or maybe he would run into someone he vaguely knew here. The constant flow of people caused the city to come alive, to breathe. It was always the people who painted the picture of what the city looked like. He didn't think he had ever been the type to enjoy nighttime like this.
But now, he wanted to marry the night.
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