what a disgusting place – not so much in terms of ACTUALLY cleanliness. it was something in the air && it made his stomach want to sour. a dark, terrifying horror of a land. not a place he would stay (but he enjoyed the unique type of isolation he could get. ) it hadn’t taken much to blend in & now he hid in plan sight. he knew some things– basic things. the whispers of gossip. nothing substantial. leaving the walls was a negative. that was the most he could decode form the whispers the seemed to follow into every alley. it reminded him a school ( but with much more tension. )
slender digits drifted from his lap to delicately push the glasses upon his features to a proper rest. how did they tell the time? it suddenly dawned on him how different this place actually was. asking wasn’t something he wanted to do in the slightest. (an unnecessary hassle. ) snapped from his own selfish thoughts && musings. hazel orbs followed a head as it traveled past his perch. she was carrying things – parts, probably. call it instinct. he knew about those metal things that came and went. the whispers of crowds told him (& he didn’t have guess who was an ‘outsider.’ )
“do you want some help with those?” keeping his mouth shut just didn’t seem to be a problem. &¬e the sarcasm. helping people seemed to be a second nature. ( no big deal. )
maybe she didn’t hear him – if he was lucky, he could fake a coughing fit.
𝒯he pungency of oil and grease mingled with the sweltering vapors of steam. A levitating perturbation incited by the grim atmosphere. A frantic smear of grime on the wall, a withering promise of liberation; encompassed within the iron fortresses lies a somber megalopolis, but it is everyone’s sanctuary.
Aragane Station is home. *
Yukina ambled along the familiar stretches of asphalt at a hustling hour, a crate of mechanic parts wedged tightly within the proximity of her embrace. The recent steam locomotive has garnered quite a damage upon its entry today, which demands for a critical mending. As a vehement apprentice, Yukina is inevitably subjected to the vital repairment fostered by the magnitude of responsibilities━ of which, mercifully, such handiwork that was not necessary out of her domain. And so Yukina trod on, the rhythmic clank of her boots against the grating providing a steady cadence for the crowd’s gush of commentary. She trod on until the prod of her nose twitched distastefully, something akin to revulsion flickering behind her serpentine oculars (as she surpassed a corner) before they transfixed back to the trail ahead.
❛ ... The alleyway reeks today. ❜
But the juncture always emanates the same stench, and Yukina had to transcend pass it in order to reach her destination. Sometimes the world was ruthless like that, casting minuscule things she could not stand into her path just so she would have to bargain with the stifling sentiment of wanting it all to diminish
Do you want some help with those?
Her trance shattered with an almost audible crash.
❝ ... ❞
Yukina bristled at the raised in a query, ceasing mid-stride— pivoting a chin over the slim peak of her brawny shoulder in an endeavor to espy the origin of this cadence. She is rattled by the proclamation despite her stoic expression and peered onward incredulously, discerning the sight of a svelte man. It is quite an unusual predicament that has presented itself to the forthright engineer, and it is only natural for the immediate surfacing of an abundance of inquiries to transpire within her. Though, despite that, Yukina chose to quell her inner queries and beheld her guest. He clad in a distinctive attire, and he was the first around to ever proposed an assistance━ such altruistic mannerism that is sparse in a personage, let alone a stranger. She established a conceding nod.
❝ If you’d be so kind. ❞
Not one to suppress her acquiescence nature when it comes to an offer that is more than capable of alleviating her overworked appendages ( from maneuvering these jagged crates all day ), Yukina squandered no time at all in approaching the generous passerby. Narrow abdomen heaved fervently, her shoulders were taut with strains as she gingerly proffered the crate against the man’s opposing thorax.
