1 The Fest-of-Fools [Lin/No-kill] Sun Feb 12, 2017 7:24 pm
Maigo
D-rank
Maigo sat back down in the chair, only a moment after Lin stumbled into her bathroom, a smile still on his face as he glanced around the room. There wasn't... anything to distract him while Lin was getting ready, other than potentially snooping around or trying to distract her. Well, he wouldn't do that but his left Maigo in an interesting predicament with his own thoughts and well... that was pretty much it. He wasn't completely comfortable sitting around in her apartment by any means, his legs stretched out a bit in front of him as he slumped slightly into the seat.
He held his arms over, pulling on the sleeves a little bit, trying to get them to cover further of his wrists, after a few minutes of toying with them, he surrendered again with a sigh. He yawned a bit, swaying his legs back and forth a bit, and then moving into a pure stretching motion, reaching his arms around him in front of him and feeling the muscles pull and tense up. Then shrinking back into the seat again with an exhale, he was loose now, and still needed to find something to bide his time.
Maigo let his head fall back on the back rest of the couch, his hair fell behind it and he lazily let his eyes trace around the ceiling of the apartment. He crossed his arms over his chest and let his eyes close a bit, still shaking his legs he began to... call it, meditate. Of course, he wasn't sleeping or anything of the sort but instead was letting his imagination run behind closed eyes. The first thing his mind ran to... was the festival itself, imagining a beautiful and dressed up Lin around his arm and smiling. His mind couldn't focus on anything else, he tried to shift his focus around to different events and people. But nothing came to mind, his very reason for ending up in Kumo sort of faded into the background entirely while he thought through his situation.
This bit of self-introspection continued on for a brief time before Maigo opened his eyes if Lin wouldn't emerge at the ready before then, still looking up towards the ceiling and letting out a sigh. He wondered how long had passed, he lost track of it and didn't carry a watch or anything on his person. He wondered next, how close to ready Lin would be and how close to the festival itself they were getting. A book would have definitely been a better way to spend his time than just sitting around here.
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He held his arms over, pulling on the sleeves a little bit, trying to get them to cover further of his wrists, after a few minutes of toying with them, he surrendered again with a sigh. He yawned a bit, swaying his legs back and forth a bit, and then moving into a pure stretching motion, reaching his arms around him in front of him and feeling the muscles pull and tense up. Then shrinking back into the seat again with an exhale, he was loose now, and still needed to find something to bide his time.
Maigo let his head fall back on the back rest of the couch, his hair fell behind it and he lazily let his eyes trace around the ceiling of the apartment. He crossed his arms over his chest and let his eyes close a bit, still shaking his legs he began to... call it, meditate. Of course, he wasn't sleeping or anything of the sort but instead was letting his imagination run behind closed eyes. The first thing his mind ran to... was the festival itself, imagining a beautiful and dressed up Lin around his arm and smiling. His mind couldn't focus on anything else, he tried to shift his focus around to different events and people. But nothing came to mind, his very reason for ending up in Kumo sort of faded into the background entirely while he thought through his situation.
This bit of self-introspection continued on for a brief time before Maigo opened his eyes if Lin wouldn't emerge at the ready before then, still looking up towards the ceiling and letting out a sigh. He wondered how long had passed, he lost track of it and didn't carry a watch or anything on his person. He wondered next, how close to ready Lin would be and how close to the festival itself they were getting. A book would have definitely been a better way to spend his time than just sitting around here.
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