bunji
Raven Tail
Vagabond of Onibas
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Post by bunji on Jul 1, 2013 3:17:05 GMT -5
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notes- Ice Cream! made by aeon of fl It was a rare sight indeed, well at least one that a certain young red haired individual did not expect to stumble across. He had left the guild headquarters earlier to see if he could do anything to look more useful, it ended with him coming here to Akane, a place filled with all the artsy people you could think of finding. However this is not what attracted Bunji to this place, he was here because he came across a circus yes a circus something he had not seen since he was a child. The place filled him with fond memories of his childhood the colorful tents, the multiple stands some selling foods, others selling small gifts, his crimson eyes moved from place to place as he walked on. His black hoodie resting on his shoulders, this time a white t shirt was tucked under said jacket, with heavy steps from his boots Bunji kept walking along the dirt path the circus called home for now. The young man continued walking until his eyes settled upon a very welcoming sight a stand that sold freshly made ice cream, like a child he rushed over to the stand luckily it wasn’t full it was still early morning so the circus was not as full. Bunji took hold of the ice cream that was handed to him before paying for it, of course it was strawberry flavored. Bringing it to his lips the young man licked it with much content turning from the stand he walked over back to the main path that led to the giant colorful tent that he figured held the main show. As he approached this tent he could not help but think back to the moments when he would come to the circus with his brother, it was almost as if he was stepping back in time stopping dead in his tracks Bunji stared with a gentle smile of his masculine features. His crimson eyes staring into a memory that was playing out before him, there he was the man he had not seen in years. Tall, broad shouldered, dressed in casual clothing his red hair slightly longer, but nonetheless he looked so much manlier than Bunji could ever pull off. A smaller version of Bunji held the man’s hand the small child which was Bunji still had the same messy red hair, bigger eyes, a small body he remembered this moment he was eight years old when Enzo brought to the circus. It may have been a different circus all those years ago, but the setting had reignited this memory a memory Bunji had long since forgotten the sound of the growing crowd around him was shut out, his eyes focused on the two siblings, everyone else shadows out. The child Bunji walked along with Enzo looking up at him he was talking, the two conversed as they approached the big tent, “I still remember…” Bunji said snapping back to reality failing to see his ice cream had melted with the rising heat some syrup trailing down the cone to his gloved hand. He stared at the ice cream with softened eyes, “I asked him…If we were going to see the tigers, and when he said yes…I asked him if I could take one home...” he said to himself, the young man chuckled at the memory, shaking away the tears that had gathered in his eyes Bunji smiled it off. Why cry over such a fond memory? It was a positive thing he felt at peace here, yes the circus would not be around forever but it represented a place of peace for Bunji, a place of happiness he would not let it be ruined. “I should enjoy the circus!” he said to himself with a cheery tone licking some more of his ice cream as he realized the trails of melted syrup that were trailing down his cone onto his gloved hands, the young man looked silly licking all around the cone as he tried to salvage the melting ice cream. Some people stared, others chuckled at the silly spectacle but all together everyone went about their business as they enjoyed the circus in their own way, all the while Bunji stood there trying to lick up all the ice cream. |
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