dark matter.
[ makishima yuusuke. biking enthusiast. mountain spider. gravure magazines lover.
this was not his cup of tea. in any shape or form. he needed to remind himself to put a note next in his friend's contact, that he was no longer to drink with him on the weekends and take up any stakes fueled by testosterone again.
this is why he liked to be alone.
but, makishima had also made a promise. and while he was one to easily weasel his way out of something with someone he knew, because actions had already been set in motion with this, he couldn't say no.
his conscience would eat him alive, no matter the force field he kept around himself that was supposed to deflect strangers and the rare feelings they would leave him with, albeit short termed, but always grudgingly.
makishima wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to deal with a girl either. boys, men -- he could handle these types, though quotas normally fulfilled by the end of a school day or a long weekend practice.
in reality, perhaps subconsciously, it was all in his nerves. he'd been meticulous about which outfit he would wear; debated for at least ten minutes whether or not he would wear his hair down or up -- these little, irritating things, all fueled by nerves.
makishima couldn't say he'd ever really been on a date before.
his taste wasn't too particular either. knowing however, that he had no idea what this girl looked like, annoyed him a little. how was he supposed to find her? how did blind dates work?
ugh.
he had a list, that was carefully planned and organized by timestamp (with a few open areas too, probably meant for them to decide what they would want to do -- or maybe get to know one another).
so there he was, waiting at the front of harajuku station. his hair pulled back in a high ponytail, to keep sweat off his neck. dressed down in a disarray of colors and patterns -- none that matched at all. glancing down at the list, he gave a small scowl. she would (hopefully) be there any moment and makishima was hoping that she at least had a faint description given to her of what he looked like, because the crowds of people that were passing in front of him every direction were beginning to blur. ]
this was not his cup of tea. in any shape or form. he needed to remind himself to put a note next in his friend's contact, that he was no longer to drink with him on the weekends and take up any stakes fueled by testosterone again.
this is why he liked to be alone.
but, makishima had also made a promise. and while he was one to easily weasel his way out of something with someone he knew, because actions had already been set in motion with this, he couldn't say no.
his conscience would eat him alive, no matter the force field he kept around himself that was supposed to deflect strangers and the rare feelings they would leave him with, albeit short termed, but always grudgingly.
makishima wasn't exactly sure how he was supposed to deal with a girl either. boys, men -- he could handle these types, though quotas normally fulfilled by the end of a school day or a long weekend practice.
in reality, perhaps subconsciously, it was all in his nerves. he'd been meticulous about which outfit he would wear; debated for at least ten minutes whether or not he would wear his hair down or up -- these little, irritating things, all fueled by nerves.
makishima couldn't say he'd ever really been on a date before.
his taste wasn't too particular either. knowing however, that he had no idea what this girl looked like, annoyed him a little. how was he supposed to find her? how did blind dates work?
ugh.
he had a list, that was carefully planned and organized by timestamp (with a few open areas too, probably meant for them to decide what they would want to do -- or maybe get to know one another).
so there he was, waiting at the front of harajuku station. his hair pulled back in a high ponytail, to keep sweat off his neck. dressed down in a disarray of colors and patterns -- none that matched at all. glancing down at the list, he gave a small scowl. she would (hopefully) be there any moment and makishima was hoping that she at least had a faint description given to her of what he looked like, because the crowds of people that were passing in front of him every direction were beginning to blur. ]