Grey awoke, already cranky as hell. As he rose from the covers he went and walked around the house. It seemed as if Moki and his brother and new Sensei Shousha were out in town gettting supplies and likely some food while they were at it. Grey had the home to his lonesome it seemed. In a normal situation, he would probably invite a friend to join him, though his only friend at the moment was the likes of Cherry, or Hana, and she was a girl so if he invited her over to be alone she might take it the wrong way. So instead, he would go outside and do whatever it was that normal kids do. He would walk around town and look around to find shop owners selling off their goods, kid playing with each other, couples staring into each other's eyes adoringly. Normal stuff that you don't think about unless you have no one to draw your attention from it.
And that's just what he did for now as there was indeed no one to take his attention away from all of the emotion he was missing but forced to witness around him. It was such a drag to not be able to have the same interactions as all these people. He sat at a table. eating chips, waiting for something exciting to happen, but the way things were going, it likely wouldn't turn out his way. However, after waiting some time it seemed there was a street performer, a mime to be exact. Grey would stand and venture closer to the man dressed and painted in only white and black. His eyes widened as he watched the clown perform its silly little routine and such. It acted as if objects around it weren't there, a peculiar art indeed. He simply watched in awe.
And that's just what he did for now as there was indeed no one to take his attention away from all of the emotion he was missing but forced to witness around him. It was such a drag to not be able to have the same interactions as all these people. He sat at a table. eating chips, waiting for something exciting to happen, but the way things were going, it likely wouldn't turn out his way. However, after waiting some time it seemed there was a street performer, a mime to be exact. Grey would stand and venture closer to the man dressed and painted in only white and black. His eyes widened as he watched the clown perform its silly little routine and such. It acted as if objects around it weren't there, a peculiar art indeed. He simply watched in awe.