[It's late, as he glowers at the fat, falling drops splashing against the pavement, his only shield from the wet, cold weather a bus stop that isn't exactly dry--the wind and cars as they pass are seeing to that.
And his only companion is a gallon of milk in his hand.
This is what happens when your wife texts you and tells you to pick up milk. This is what happens when you forget to pick up that milk. Why did he forget to pick up the milk?
It also doesn't help that he didn't grab an umbrella at the weather man's warning because he had been so sure he could make it back before the rain started.]
Surely it must end soon...
[Wishful thinking? Perhaps. He just wants to go home.]
Byakuya Kuchiki | Bleach
And his only companion is a gallon of milk in his hand.
This is what happens when your wife texts you and tells you to pick up milk. This is what happens when you forget to pick up that milk. Why did he forget to pick up the milk?
It also doesn't help that he didn't grab an umbrella at the weather man's warning because he had been so sure he could make it back before the rain started.]
Surely it must end soon...
[Wishful thinking? Perhaps. He just wants to go home.]