JUST COPPED A REI PLUSH CRACKED

I know I’m running away from my problems said the little voice in the back of his head but at least I’m running towards something that might help. Sure, he had the address on his phone, he had a print-out of the route in his jacket pocket, but it didn’t hurt to check Well, it did, but that was half of the reason he’d left his father behind.Ī couple of minutes rest, before he had to deal with getting across a busy city with two bags in the middle of the rush hour, pushing that familiar sensation that always came with travelling, let alone back to what he’d once called home, away. There it was in black and white, in Ms Kitsuragi’s messy handwriting. He pulled the latter out, checked it, breathed a sigh of relief. Laptop, photo album, camera, the one hand-me-down 3DS his flatmates had bought him one Christmas, the charger for his phone, his two notebooks-one swelled with sheet music, one for notes. He checked the rucksack to be sure as well. Resolutely, it remained unmoved, where he’d left it, carefully packed with folded clothes, the few books he’d kept from university, his two pairs of trainers-his one pair of decent boots were on his feet, and a few other essentials. Opened his eyes, checked, once again, the sports bag on the seat opposite was still there. Placed it back with its companions, closed his eyes. It tasted much like the other three like an idea of what coffee should taste like, explained to someone who seemed maliciously intent on turning you off the stuff for life.

JUST COPPED A REI PLUSH CRACKED

He pushed the feeling away, sighed, reached across the table and cracked open the last can of iced coffee, swigged it down. The overnight train from Osaka had left in pitch blackness, and he’d hoped that his nervousness would abate just long enough to let him sleep, uninhibited by fears of strangers or accident or. How long had he dozed? An hour? Maybe two.

Out of his life, passing unnoticed in the streets, living their lives together with their cat somewhere away from him, and he’d go back to his small little life, unnoticed and-Ħ:17 AM.

In a few minutes they’d be jolted awake by the train pulling into the colossal station, and a few minutes more they’d be out in the cold November air, and a few minutes more they’d be gone They’d exchanged a few pleasantaries but they’d eventually made their polite and pitying retreat to the other end of the carriage and left him in peace. A few bags were neatly placed in the seat opposite, and a cat basket beside it. Two other passengers dozed, hand in hand, the woman resting her head gently on her boyfriend? husband? lover’s shoulder. He checked his watch, blinking a little against the florescent light of the train carriage, the hum of engines powering down through modes the only sound in the nearly empty carriage. Outside, the familiar distant glint of skyscrapers, autumn sun, barely having crept over the horizon, like fire, off glass and metal at their tips, the early morning hold of breath before a new day had truly shrugged off the sheets and stretched its arms towards the welcoming sky. He’d never got a straight answer out of his father, and after they’d stopped talking six winters ago, he probably never would. He couldn’t remember-the days after his mother’s death had been a blur, and the blur had skewed time this way and that as he’d grown up-maybe it had only been fifteen, maybe his memories of her were pieced together from the photographs he’d pieced together after one of his father’s blacker periods. To repeat, we will shortly be arriving at Tokyo II Central, which will be our final destination. The station announcement woke him from his reverie of a gentler time Shinji Ikari is twenty one, depressed, and trying to make a new life in his childhood home of Tokyo II.įoreign honours student, Asuka Langley Soryu is about to change both their lives forever.Ĭanon divergent AU in which Shinji and Asuka end up as next door neighbours, and slowly help each other find happiness.

Just copped a rei plush