It was a cloudy day for the Island of Manta Carlos, heavy rain bombarded the ground leaving an ever incessant orchestra of splashing and crashing. Against his bedroom window, the rain tapped Irso from his light slumber and pushed him out of the bed and onto the carpeted floor. He'd slept well knowing the importance of today. He had a date....well not really a date but a get together with Huliu. His prime walking and talking companion, the two had put off this trip due to scheduling and work. It was Huliu's first time....seeing the station that is. He was meant to be her support and partner in seeing all that the beyond had to offer Manta Carlos.
A smile curled the corners of his mouth and he threw open the shades so that the grey of the day could saturate his room and illuminate his pristinely ironed clothing. But first, he had several other things to attend to, at his feet was a purple, starry-eyed kitten with Irso's mail in its mouth. Grabbing up he flipped through them before stacking them on his bedside end table. He much enjoyed what he was making of his home. It was a two floor home with several rooms and a living area on the ground floor. The aesthetic could be considered a mish-mash of cultures as trinkets from many of his adventures decorated walls and shelves. Some were magical in nature and made their presence known easily like the bestial skull of a creature he'd killed as a rite of passage. Its many eye sockets oozed a black smoke that dissipated before it could touch the ground.
His room was as book filled as he could make it as one wall was entirely made up of tomes and grimoires. He'd be confident in saying he didn't have enough of his books here yet even with a whole room dedicated to being a study area. Placing last nights reading back onto the shelf he began to get dressed. He was wearing a purple chunnari around his shoulders and a black stomach revealing choli, it was his favorite style. For footwear, he once again chose a black geta as they were nice to walk around in and had gotten too to used to them over his lifespan. The rain wouldn't be an issue for him with his new stock of giant umbrellas and whatever water did hit him wasn't going to be a death sentence.
Wasting no time he redid his braid to make it as clean and neat as possible. It was common for him to wake up to a messed up head and if he were to run into to students while out that would just not do. Plus even if he felt Huliu wouldn't judge too much he wanted to look presentable for her.
Irso had found him doing that more often than usual, taking stock in Huliu's opinion of him and his life. Maybe she had grown on him to the point that it was a necessity to have her around. The thought was a curious one and one he pondered as he ate his breakfast and watched the morning news. Constantly checking the time he saw that Huliu should've been on her way to his house. Swiftly cleaning up his early messes he waited in the living room for the doorbell to ring.
@EmiRose
A smile curled the corners of his mouth and he threw open the shades so that the grey of the day could saturate his room and illuminate his pristinely ironed clothing. But first, he had several other things to attend to, at his feet was a purple, starry-eyed kitten with Irso's mail in its mouth. Grabbing up he flipped through them before stacking them on his bedside end table. He much enjoyed what he was making of his home. It was a two floor home with several rooms and a living area on the ground floor. The aesthetic could be considered a mish-mash of cultures as trinkets from many of his adventures decorated walls and shelves. Some were magical in nature and made their presence known easily like the bestial skull of a creature he'd killed as a rite of passage. Its many eye sockets oozed a black smoke that dissipated before it could touch the ground.
His room was as book filled as he could make it as one wall was entirely made up of tomes and grimoires. He'd be confident in saying he didn't have enough of his books here yet even with a whole room dedicated to being a study area. Placing last nights reading back onto the shelf he began to get dressed. He was wearing a purple chunnari around his shoulders and a black stomach revealing choli, it was his favorite style. For footwear, he once again chose a black geta as they were nice to walk around in and had gotten too to used to them over his lifespan. The rain wouldn't be an issue for him with his new stock of giant umbrellas and whatever water did hit him wasn't going to be a death sentence.
Wasting no time he redid his braid to make it as clean and neat as possible. It was common for him to wake up to a messed up head and if he were to run into to students while out that would just not do. Plus even if he felt Huliu wouldn't judge too much he wanted to look presentable for her.
Irso had found him doing that more often than usual, taking stock in Huliu's opinion of him and his life. Maybe she had grown on him to the point that it was a necessity to have her around. The thought was a curious one and one he pondered as he ate his breakfast and watched the morning news. Constantly checking the time he saw that Huliu should've been on her way to his house. Swiftly cleaning up his early messes he waited in the living room for the doorbell to ring.
@EmiRose