“Hiro, I know you don’t have much of an appetite,” Michael stood at the bathroom door, almost not wanting to hear the god awful sound of him throwing up again, “But I’m pretty sure Ben wants to see you again.”
“Don’t blackmail me like that,” Hiro groaned, grabbing a face towel, and ran it under the water, “Hey,” He tried to change the subject, “Did you realize our bathroom is obscenely small?”
“Hiro, just get ready. They’re expecting you in about thirty minutes.”
“Fine! I didn’t know you wanted me gone so badly. Picking up the tear-stained papers, left on their dresser (Filled out, courtesy of Michael), he slipped on a pair of moccasins (Fur lined, as to avoid freezing his toes purple), his trench coat, grabbed his set of keys, and went on his way.
Of course, it wasn’t like he could drive. Heaven forbid a semi-blind man get on the road. So, walking a block or two would have to do. Hadn’t hurt anyone before. Pulling a pair of glasses out of his pocket, he slipped them on, and left the dormitory building. Taking a left, leaving towards the city, his pace quickened, just to make sure he could make the mile walk under 14 minutes. That was about three-and-a-half minutes per quarter, right?
Oh, that’s right; he’d never been good at math. Sigh.
“It’s not all about you, but we’ll charge without you~” he hummed, to a random song he’d heard off of the radio whilst filling out the papers. What was it, again? As if he could remember.
Another sigh loosened his lips. Oh, was he supposed to bring something, like cheesecake for dessert, or something? He couldn’t recall. Running a hand through his hair, he walked faster.
He loathed the winter, and he recalled why. The snow! It made everything hard to see! Sigh. A shiver ran down his spine. Almost wishing he could run, he came upon the realization he was lost.
“Damn the snow! Damn it to hell, where it could melt!” He muttered insanely, taking a seat under a tree. Pulling his phone out, he looked at the screen. Now, who to call, Jay or Michael?
Michael was pissed off at him. Then again, he didn’t want Jay to see him like this. Not all meek and defenseless, like so. Checking his pockets again, he realized he had a twenty bill.
Would a taxi get him that far? Taking a cross-legged seat, he contemplated under the glorious tree he happened to be sitting under.