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Post by Tsumi Kaito on Sept 1, 2011 14:49:53 GMT
 A slow and soft wind blew through the trees, cutting through clearings in the park. A small orange light brightened as the sun finally fell and night claimed reign over the hour. Tsumi inhaled deeply on the cigarette he'd just lit. It wasn't often that Tsumi did actually smoke, though there wasn't much to do. At least it didn't seem that way when you were stressed out. He stopped just below the wall again. A familiar feeling slithered over him. He'd been here a few nights ago, and ended up saving some human girl. Why he didn't really know. Tsumi scoffed again and dropped his head toward the ground. Reddish hair falling in his face as he flicked the ash of his cigarette. Tsumi sighed eventually and moved toward the wall. Leaning against it, and crossing one arm over his torso. Staring out into the night. It was apparent that he was alone, at least for now.
No scents nor sight of another creature in his proximity at least. The lingering scents of humans were dying away and he chuckled silently. Taking another drag on his cigarette, watching the smoke from it swirl up to the sky. The sky now filled with stars, though the moon wasn't very bright that night. Tsumi continued to just stare at the stars, flicking his ash again. Something about the night sky, and night in general was mesmerizing. Tsumi closed his eyes and dropped his head again, though this time with a very gentle smile on his face. Before taking a drag again on his lit cigarette. Tsumi grew tired of the same old routine with this, even though it had been a long time. Dropping the lit cigarette, he put it out with his foot. Exhaling the last bit of smoke, as he again watched it return to the sky. Tsumi sighed again, there really wasn't much to do, either stargazing or hunting. Hunting didn't really sound appealing to him, at least for now.
Tsumi hated to think of what would happen if his manager caught him here. At this time, the guy always going on about sleeping and having to keep himself in the best of health. Especially smoking, his manager had made him quit. It was probably for the better but it was still a bit intrusive. Tsumi eventually slid down the wall, resting his elbows on his knees and the top of his head against the cool wall. Every individual star seemed to be telling a story, even if the watcher couldn't read it. Tsumi dropped his steel-blue eyes again to search the darkness. A new scent had been caught on the breeze. Whoever it was didn't seem that far off, though Tsumi didn't really feel like calling out to whoever it was. If they wanted someone to talk to, they'd have to find him this time.
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