Post by Takeda Akiyama on Apr 16, 2015 1:12:41 GMT
Every damn evening, every damned channel the same thing back to back every time. Switch to the news, some humanitarian piece since nothing interesting could fill up the block. Takeda had seen his fair share of bloopers in regards to the local news here, like that time a grasshopper jumped up into a reporter's mouth as he was talking about a local murder. Guy proceeded to talk shit for about five minutes before realizing that the camera was on. Fired. Hilarious as hell. Gameshows were never his deal, though he reckoned that Seiji probably needed every bit of lighthearted bullshit that Japan could throw at him after seeing whatever it was that was dumped in the trash. Didn't exactly like that the kid was here, but for the love of god, if he saw one of the things the horrid fucking cows that visited the shop tossed into trash? Nobody needed that shit, dear god, Takeda would've felt a bit bad for him if he wasn't busy laughing his ass off internally at the idea of it. God damn though, did it feel weird as hell to have someone actually in the apartment other than himself. Hell, that bitch last month didn't even get to see where he worked at, thank god, or he never would've gotten past- oh forget it. Feeling his stomach rumble, Takeda leaned his head back against the couch again.
Fucking hell, kid offered to pay for his lunch, and the sun was beaming through the dingy rags that constituted as curtains, down onto his face. Head ached like crazy, his stomach hurt something fierce to try and keep in competition with it. What was left of Takeda's pride tried to stand right the fuck up to try and say something in protest, but well...hunger punched that bitch right in the gut and told him to shut his whore mouth. Takeda stood up off of the couch, straightened up his jacket and looked at Seiji. "Burgers?" Wcdonalds. For fuck sake, if the kid only knew how few times he managed to actually get enough to even eat off of the cheap-o sections of the menu, it was insane...didn't help that burgers were top on his food list. First time he ever took a bite of one was back when he visited the states, and god, if he didn't fall right in love with 'em. Before Seiji could even hoist the bag over his shoulder, Takeda had already made his way down the stairs and was waitin' for the kid to finally come on down with the bags. Fucking hell, a burger. If he wasn't so damn hung over, he'd probably be happy as hell.
Guy covering his shift had pretty much fucked off for most of the day, not that it mattered, really, afternoon was the worst though. However, today seemed to be slow, the occasional pimple-prick, ordering from his oh so cheery replacement, with a few buddies in tow. Making his way through, with Seiji undoubtedly following, he knew what the kid was going to want to do with those bags, and well...fuck it, it was burger money. As they made their way out onto the street, there was no doubted it, folks gave the half-whitey some looks, and Takeda? Well, the fatter ones gave him some even nastier looks. Takeda was never exactly known for his customer service record, but damn if he didn't need the money. Every time he saw one of them out on the street, he gritted his teeth...hopefully Seiji wasn't too perceptive, or he'd catch Takeda flipping one the finger as his back was turned. After a long trek to the recycling center, with the cash in Seiji's hands, Takeda finally spoke the hell up. "Alright, if you're payin'...it's a block, then you go to the right."
Takeda stepped out in front of Seiji, and started walking whether the kid was deciding he was going with him or not. Then again, he didn't exactly know his way around the city, so he probably was following pretty close. As they rounded the corner, and saw the giant W shining on up ahead like a glorious motherfucking angel from heaven, Takeda had to stuff his hands into his pockets, and looked on inside. God damn, they even were cooking a fresh batch of fries from what he could tell. Holding open the door, he looked back for Seiji, and a thought ran through his head. This kid probably didn't get to indulge himself often, or hell...any of that shit, since his dad was a military man...well fuck, that made two of them. Only Takeda? That was his paycheck holding him back.
Fucking hell, kid offered to pay for his lunch, and the sun was beaming through the dingy rags that constituted as curtains, down onto his face. Head ached like crazy, his stomach hurt something fierce to try and keep in competition with it. What was left of Takeda's pride tried to stand right the fuck up to try and say something in protest, but well...hunger punched that bitch right in the gut and told him to shut his whore mouth. Takeda stood up off of the couch, straightened up his jacket and looked at Seiji. "Burgers?" Wcdonalds. For fuck sake, if the kid only knew how few times he managed to actually get enough to even eat off of the cheap-o sections of the menu, it was insane...didn't help that burgers were top on his food list. First time he ever took a bite of one was back when he visited the states, and god, if he didn't fall right in love with 'em. Before Seiji could even hoist the bag over his shoulder, Takeda had already made his way down the stairs and was waitin' for the kid to finally come on down with the bags. Fucking hell, a burger. If he wasn't so damn hung over, he'd probably be happy as hell.
Guy covering his shift had pretty much fucked off for most of the day, not that it mattered, really, afternoon was the worst though. However, today seemed to be slow, the occasional pimple-prick, ordering from his oh so cheery replacement, with a few buddies in tow. Making his way through, with Seiji undoubtedly following, he knew what the kid was going to want to do with those bags, and well...fuck it, it was burger money. As they made their way out onto the street, there was no doubted it, folks gave the half-whitey some looks, and Takeda? Well, the fatter ones gave him some even nastier looks. Takeda was never exactly known for his customer service record, but damn if he didn't need the money. Every time he saw one of them out on the street, he gritted his teeth...hopefully Seiji wasn't too perceptive, or he'd catch Takeda flipping one the finger as his back was turned. After a long trek to the recycling center, with the cash in Seiji's hands, Takeda finally spoke the hell up. "Alright, if you're payin'...it's a block, then you go to the right."
Takeda stepped out in front of Seiji, and started walking whether the kid was deciding he was going with him or not. Then again, he didn't exactly know his way around the city, so he probably was following pretty close. As they rounded the corner, and saw the giant W shining on up ahead like a glorious motherfucking angel from heaven, Takeda had to stuff his hands into his pockets, and looked on inside. God damn, they even were cooking a fresh batch of fries from what he could tell. Holding open the door, he looked back for Seiji, and a thought ran through his head. This kid probably didn't get to indulge himself often, or hell...any of that shit, since his dad was a military man...well fuck, that made two of them. Only Takeda? That was his paycheck holding him back.
