urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obentoki Kinmuno Toki Kinmuno Toki 2007-11-21T19:12:34Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obentoki:2028 2007-11-21T19:12:34Z 2007-11-21T19:12:34Z Another long, uneventful day at school. Yawn. The bell rung, Toki wandered and waited for his bus. He hadn't really seen Dash or Kwan since the thing with the restaurant, except maybe fleetingly in the halls, and he supposed that was okay.<br /><br />It was chilly out, the leaves on the trees having turned to rusty oranges and browns, and he pulled his hand-me-down jacket closer around frame to keep the wind from creeping in. He hoped the bus got here soon so he could just get home and do whatever he had to for Amanda and her stupid party then pass out face-down on his bed. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obentoki:1738 2007-05-10T04:16:12Z 2007-05-13T05:57:47Z Sitting back into the chair, Toki shifted anxiously as he cast a look into the back seat where that stupid cardboard box was sitting. "Right, because drinking a whole case of beer in a night is such a good idea." He looked around and changed the subject as quickly as his mind thought of it. "You <i>do</i> know where we're going, right?" urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obentoki:1390 2007-04-16T02:37:24Z 2007-04-16T02:37:24Z Wasn't sure why he was doing this. Wasn't sure about much of anything anymore. Just knew that Toki's feet were carrying him up the front steps of the Baxter home one Saturday around lunch time with his hands stuck firmly in his pockets. He spent an inordinate amount of time simply staring at the doorbell, then another extended period with his index finger extended out in preparation to press it. Finally he sighed, cussing under his breath, and pressed the button. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:obentoki:1083 2007-03-27T04:14:26Z 2007-03-27T04:14:26Z The weather outside was cold and dreary, spring showers making loud pattering noises on the window like a cat pawing to come inside. Toki lay sprawled on the couch in the common room of the orphanage, bored out of his mind and waiting for his turn at the computer. The one machine in the whole building that wasn't strictly for administration that was currently being monopolized by Sarah, the only person alive who managed to properly intimidate the piss out of him. Damn, he'd been wanting to poke at Baxter and Long some more but it looked like he would have to wait.<br /><br />Or would he?<br /><br />The small phone in the corner caught his eye. If he couldn't make do with bugging Dash at school or online, he'd just have to call him at home! Grinning, he snatched up the hand piece and punched in the numbers he had looked up once out of boredom and waited as the tones rang.