["Parents weekend" was a godsend, if Baroona believed in gods. After months of only skirts, forced smiles, and silence a weekend off was a welcome change. Exchanging his skirt for pants was the happiest moment he'd experienced in Academy City and the weekend was still young.
Mikoto was off in a hotel with her mother and Kuroko–though watchful–was easily distracted. It wasn't hard to slip away. All he needed to do was be back in the dorms before Mikoto returned and stay out of them until then. It was easy enough in a city this huge and it would be nice, sleeping under the stars again (what little he could see).
He waits until late Friday to set out–past curfew. It's risky but no more than an earlier time. The amount of students in the city make anything hard to do without his "disguise".
The dorm is hard to escape but he manages, sticking to alleyways and dark streets until finally making his way to one of the parks–a welcome quiet amongst the bustle of the city. His pace slows, his posture relaxes and for the first time in a long while he breathes in deep and smiles, head tipped towards the sky.
For once, he's alone. It's just him, the trees and the stars.
And... the obnoxiously loud drunken stumbling multiple yards away. It ruins Baroona's serenity with the clang of a trash can and begrudgingly, he looks towards the sound.
It's a woman, definitely drunk. He considers leaving her be but obligation gets the best of him and he sets towards her after a belabored sigh.]
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Mikoto was off in a hotel with her mother and Kuroko–though watchful–was easily distracted. It wasn't hard to slip away. All he needed to do was be back in the dorms before Mikoto returned and stay out of them until then. It was easy enough in a city this huge and it would be nice, sleeping under the stars again (what little he could see).
He waits until late Friday to set out–past curfew. It's risky but no more than an earlier time. The amount of students in the city make anything hard to do without his "disguise".
The dorm is hard to escape but he manages, sticking to alleyways and dark streets until finally making his way to one of the parks–a welcome quiet amongst the bustle of the city. His pace slows, his posture relaxes and for the first time in a long while he breathes in deep and smiles, head tipped towards the sky.
For once, he's alone. It's just him, the trees and the stars.
And... the obnoxiously loud drunken stumbling multiple yards away. It ruins Baroona's serenity with the clang of a trash can and begrudgingly, he looks towards the sound.
It's a woman, definitely drunk. He considers leaving her be but obligation gets the best of him and he sets towards her after a belabored sigh.]
Hey.