[ He's used to walking everywhere, but there are some days where Kei is just too damn tired and has just enough money from busking to hitch a ride to the other side of down--the shadier side, but whatever--and just relax. IT's a shit hole of an apartment but it's got heat and food and water and a semi-hot shower even if the water pressure is absolute shit.
Kei hasn't got headphones on, but the thrum of the subway's movement and the hustle and bustle of it's patrons are enough to lull himself to sleep, guitar case below the seat. Sorry, buddy--looks like you're a new headrest for a 5'2" girly looking asian. ]
B: Park
[ Aaah, what he does best: playing the guitar and annoying people just long enough for them to throw a coin or two in his case. He's no superstar, it's just an old beat up acoustic and an equally battered case, but he's good enough to get lucky and be able to buy a pack of cigarettes when the day's done. You won't catch him singing, just playing and, if he knows the song, taking requests (no, he won't do Wonderwall, this isn't a college campus, and freebird is right out).
Occasionally, though, someone or something will catch his eye and he'll stare or a while. Almost like he's fairly certain he's seen you around town before. ]
Kei | Moonchild
[ He's used to walking everywhere, but there are some days where Kei is just too damn tired and has just enough money from busking to hitch a ride to the other side of down--the shadier side, but whatever--and just relax. IT's a shit hole of an apartment but it's got heat and food and water and a semi-hot shower even if the water pressure is absolute shit.
Kei hasn't got headphones on, but the thrum of the subway's movement and the hustle and bustle of it's patrons are enough to lull himself to sleep, guitar case below the seat. Sorry, buddy--looks like you're a new headrest for a 5'2" girly looking asian. ]
B: Park
[ Aaah, what he does best: playing the guitar and annoying people just long enough for them to throw a coin or two in his case. He's no superstar, it's just an old beat up acoustic and an equally battered case, but he's good enough to get lucky and be able to buy a pack of cigarettes when the day's done. You won't catch him singing, just playing and, if he knows the song, taking requests (no, he won't do Wonderwall, this isn't a college campus, and freebird is right out).
Occasionally, though, someone or something will catch his eye and he'll stare or a while. Almost like he's fairly certain he's seen you around town before. ]