The refreshing sound of bubbling, acidic soda travelling down his throat. The sweetness sheltered behind the sour, lemon flavor. And the right leg jabbing up and down like a rabbit’s. Imai enjoyed his break on the bench at a random street near the Rune Knights’ HQ in Era, his day having been full of amazing events along with the Rune Knights’ Field Marshal herself. To think that he went on a patrol with her was blissful, but the day was long, and in this late afternoon with the sun’s sharp, orange glow, Imai could take a nap on the bench if he wasn’t so quick at recovering his energy.
What should he use the rest of today to do? He could be an ordinary man and go to a fancy restaurant, or he could entertain himself back at home in Ace of Spades. However, when you dealt with Imai, you had to consider the immorality and debauchery as well. He was young, only in his late 18 - soon to be 19, actually - and he was considering visiting the club that he found through the flyer he held in his hand. The flyer was a souvenir that he acquired from his patrol with Serilda Sinclair, and while she may or may not have noticed it being taken by him at that specific place at that specific time, it was all a part of his reckless and lusty plan.
Although, the club only opened at 7 pm. That meant that he had 2 and a half hour to kill… and he did so sitting on this bench while people just passed by him on the street, gazing deep into the flyer in his hand. He would hold it fairly close to his face, so that no one else would spot what he was ogling at…
WC: 306