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universal_charm) wrote2014-01-25 11:21 pm
universal_charm) wrote2014-01-25 11:21 pm
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4th Wall Breakage
[ Was it just him, or were there a lot of new people around lately? A lot of new people without wings? Was this another trick of their keepers? Was it supposed to taunt them somehow or was it some experiment gone wrong? Were they rejects? Though he wasn't sure if that made these guys lucky or not.
He was curious, but not enough to really break from his daily routine if he didn't have. He would go to the Battledome in the morning to do his workout, which had gotten progressively more intensive over the past several months as he recovered from his little brush with death. He wasn't quite up to snuff yet, but he was beginning to put on fighting weight, which was a good thing in his book.
He'd pop into the coffee shop after for a drink before going back to the house he occupied with his crew. Instead of going in, however, he kept outside on a tarp, where he had a motorcycle Luke had given him, acquired from Lupin. It was way more vintage than he was used to, but he was finding the challenge of repairing and upgrading it mentally invigorating, and he enjoyed getting his hands dirty. Even better.
If he wasn't at the bike, he was going back to the library to find books on motorcycle mechanics. It never hurt to have a second opinion on the matter, after all, and he wanted the thing to work, not just sit there and look pretty.
Eventually, once night rolled around, he would pop himself over to Good Spirits, though he did his liver a favor and kept away from the booze and stuck to soda instead. It wasn't what one usually went to Good Spirits for, but it was better than being tucked away at home, since sleep wasn't a thing he was fond of right now. So he'd just sit here till he was nearly to tired to go home. ]
He was curious, but not enough to really break from his daily routine if he didn't have. He would go to the Battledome in the morning to do his workout, which had gotten progressively more intensive over the past several months as he recovered from his little brush with death. He wasn't quite up to snuff yet, but he was beginning to put on fighting weight, which was a good thing in his book.
He'd pop into the coffee shop after for a drink before going back to the house he occupied with his crew. Instead of going in, however, he kept outside on a tarp, where he had a motorcycle Luke had given him, acquired from Lupin. It was way more vintage than he was used to, but he was finding the challenge of repairing and upgrading it mentally invigorating, and he enjoyed getting his hands dirty. Even better.
If he wasn't at the bike, he was going back to the library to find books on motorcycle mechanics. It never hurt to have a second opinion on the matter, after all, and he wanted the thing to work, not just sit there and look pretty.
Eventually, once night rolled around, he would pop himself over to Good Spirits, though he did his liver a favor and kept away from the booze and stuck to soda instead. It wasn't what one usually went to Good Spirits for, but it was better than being tucked away at home, since sleep wasn't a thing he was fond of right now. So he'd just sit here till he was nearly to tired to go home. ]