(all bust a groove chars one and two are © to enix.) ((late night
intoxication of BAG forgive me))
The night was calm, and a light breeze blowing along the balcony of Hiro's box- sized apartment. The smoke from his cigarette swirled with the wind and dissipated in the distance, Hiro leaning up against his apartment wall. The balcony was barely enough to fit him, loosely clad in a pair of old, worn jeans and an undershirt. His feet were bare. The fan from his computer hummed quietly inside, idle and asleep, the speakers purring with Donna Summer's sultry voice. He flicked the remains of his cigarette over the balcony and wandered back inside, trying to walk lightly as to not wake the people sleeping in the apartment below him. He sat down at his computer and shook his mouse to wake it up, cranking the speakers higher. His fingers moved with natural velocity around the keyboard. AIM dinged.
FireBoy919: Heya Hiro. How'd your date go?
Hiro flinched.
DancinHiro: It went great.
He lied through his keyboard. Ding.
FireBoy919: You are such a pimp. I can hardly handle one chick at a time, much less three. Way to go. Any action?
Hiro grit his teeth. He had never gone on any date. A matter of fact, no woman, (save his mother) had stepped into his apartment in years.
DancinHiro: Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You'll never know. ^.~
He slapped up an away message and leaned further back into his seat, the old swivel chair groaning. He tapped his fingers idly on the keyboard. "Some day," he muttered to himself. His fingers shook for another cigarette. "Some day." He pulled a cig out of a nearby loose carton and lit it, puffing away mechanically. He glanced at his cheap wall clock. 12:05 AM. "Shit. I have to work tomorrow." He turned off his computer and lay his half finished cigarette on the ashtray, unfolding his futon, and lying down on the creaking springs. His back popped painfully. "Ugh.." He pulled off his undershirt and tossed it onto the doorknob, and flicked off the light.
The night was calm, and a light breeze blowing along the balcony of Hiro's box- sized apartment. The smoke from his cigarette swirled with the wind and dissipated in the distance, Hiro leaning up against his apartment wall. The balcony was barely enough to fit him, loosely clad in a pair of old, worn jeans and an undershirt. His feet were bare. The fan from his computer hummed quietly inside, idle and asleep, the speakers purring with Donna Summer's sultry voice. He flicked the remains of his cigarette over the balcony and wandered back inside, trying to walk lightly as to not wake the people sleeping in the apartment below him. He sat down at his computer and shook his mouse to wake it up, cranking the speakers higher. His fingers moved with natural velocity around the keyboard. AIM dinged.
FireBoy919: Heya Hiro. How'd your date go?
Hiro flinched.
DancinHiro: It went great.
He lied through his keyboard. Ding.
FireBoy919: You are such a pimp. I can hardly handle one chick at a time, much less three. Way to go. Any action?
Hiro grit his teeth. He had never gone on any date. A matter of fact, no woman, (save his mother) had stepped into his apartment in years.
DancinHiro: Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. You'll never know. ^.~
He slapped up an away message and leaned further back into his seat, the old swivel chair groaning. He tapped his fingers idly on the keyboard. "Some day," he muttered to himself. His fingers shook for another cigarette. "Some day." He pulled a cig out of a nearby loose carton and lit it, puffing away mechanically. He glanced at his cheap wall clock. 12:05 AM. "Shit. I have to work tomorrow." He turned off his computer and lay his half finished cigarette on the ashtray, unfolding his futon, and lying down on the creaking springs. His back popped painfully. "Ugh.." He pulled off his undershirt and tossed it onto the doorknob, and flicked off the light.