Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-68.103.175.225-20160804084009

The ghoul he just about ran into looked down at him past the shrew like mask he wore, eyes glaring at him with ferocity before the ghoul scoffed and walked away; rude. /’O-or not that’s cool too...’/ Akuma thought with a light shake of his head. He was used to people like this sort of ignoring him or whatever so this wasn’t anything new. He let out a quiet but long breath of air akin to a sigh and lit another cig up, puffing on the thing with a long drag. People were still mingling, talking, making conversations and as he expected he was sort of stuck with the short end of the stick not that he cared all too much. With as awkward as he was around people maybe it was for the best for the time being. He downed more of the champaign wondering why he was even drinking the stuff, it tasted vile and almost made him want to puke but he kept it down and drank it to both seem polite and just to have something to drink. He felt super fucking weird just standing there so he found a pillar devoid of people to lean against and watch the world around him go by for a while, it was better than just looking like a loon standing around in the open like he was a second ago. Akuma tucked a hand into his jacket pocket and ran his other hand shakily through his hair pushing a few way-ward strands back into place. He felt all disjointed from whatever happened to him, the episode was still fresh in his mind. Whoever or whatever he saw was nothing but a ghost of a memory now but he could distinctly remember it was a woman wearing a dress and they were familiar to him despite not seeing her before to his knowledge. That whole subject in and of itself was hazy enough with a few pieces and pockets feeling weird and shiny to him rather than clear or hazy like old memories forgotten. No, somehow this was different, it was almost like he was forgetting something he didn’t want to forget or was forced to forget it and that he didn’t like; he snarled in his brain and et a tiny bit of the noise out as he thought  himself in circles a few times trying to figure out what happened. Then the host called out for dinner, he was famished and needed a break from the hazy handful of moments that occurred just a mere few seconds ago. Deciding to follow the rest of the crowd he made his way to the dining hall and looked at all the finery, just thinking about how expensive this all was and how he didn’t really know how to use most of the extra accoutrements when it came to dinnerware  and that was a lil terrifying. They’d know he wasn’t really one of their caliber and he’d get stared at all dinner, something he really didn’t like. Knives forks n spoons were ok but salad forks, fish forks, dessert spoons and water and wine glasses? Not for him. When it came to anything fancy like this he was most definitely the meat and potatoes kind of person. He swallowed as he sat down and smelled the food rolling in not too much later; Akuma started salivating at the scent of the delectable food.

