Post by Rosuto Houka on Feb 11, 2012 14:27:26 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,700,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i254/jenrider/rosdone.jpg) no-repeat; padding: 5px;] Making my way downtown Walking fast, Faces pass, And I'm home bound Staring blankly ahead, Just making my way Making a way, Through the crowd Which to re-read? The choice was too difficult for even the smartest of people. Le Petit Prince or Il Nome della Rosa? Hrm. Rosuto tapped her chin thoughtfully as her eyes flickered back and forth between the books. Her lips were pursed tightly as her face contorted into deep concentration. Desperate times call for desperate measures. There was only one thing left to do. The decision was becoming too difficult and Ros closed her eyes in thought. Which one? Perhaps she should just pick with ennie-meenie-minie-moe. No, then it would automatically be the book to her right. Maybe she’d spin around and whichever one she pointed at first would be it. No, no, no. That just wouldn’t do. It didn’t have to come to this. Anything but this. But sometimes, things just needed to be done. She’d have to… just read them both. Two hands out stretched and grabbed the hard covered books into her petite hands. Anyone watching the situation would’ve thought her crazy, but it was just how her mind worked. Rosuto stood up straight before blowing the dust off the covers. She coughed lightly, waving her hand in the air in her attempt to sweep the dust out of the air. With a content smile she turned on her heels and headed to the counter. “I’ve made my decision, Mr. Potts.” She said simply setting the books down on the counter softly. “You were back there for a while. I was beginning to get worried.” The old man joked lightly. He was in his late sixties but alive as ever. He and his wife had opened this shop over forty years ago before she passed away. Rosuto sometimes volunteered here when she had free time. Mr. Potts picked up the books and eyed them. “Haven’t you read these before?” he asked placing them in a bag. Ros smiled, cyan eyes looking at the books. “I have, several times actually. They’re always exciting.” She said truthfully. This earned a soft chuckle form the older gentleman. “I’m running out of books for you to read, Ros.” He said leaning on the counter to support his old rigid bones. “Then I’ll just have to re-read everything here.” She never failed to make the old man smile. She said her usual goodbyes as she exited the store. Rosuto looked up, placing a handover her eyes to examine the sun starting to set. A low grumble left her stomach as she patted it softly. Perhaps it was time to eat. But where? Rosuto turned her head left and right thinking of places to go. She wasn’t sure where Hiso was or if he was even the city. With a shrug she turned, walking down an ally to her left. She knew these allies well from her frequent trips to the library. Ros wasn’t wearing anything fancy, but perhaps a little more dressed up then she usually did. She wore a simple blue skirt with a slight frill at the body with a white blouse and yellow sweater over it. This was also worn with black flats and matching headband. The air was warm and this part of the city was calm and the air was clean. Ros took in a deep breath as she surveyed her surroundings. There was a main road up a head but only a few people walked about it. Possibly a little café would be best. Yes, that sounded right. She turned down another ally before stopping in front of a café. It was practically empty save for a few people inside. Ros chose to sit outside, finding the wind to be enjoyable. She opened up her book reading each page with record timing and years or practice. She stopped to look up as a man in his late thirties catching a smoke. Ros wrinkled her nose in disgust as she coughed. “You’d need an hour less of sleep if you quit smoking.” She said simply, looking at him dully. “What?” he said confused, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth to look at her. “You’re tired.” The man turned to her. “So you’re some guru cause you see dark circles under my eyes?” he said sarcastically. “Well, it's not directly related to dark under eye circles. “ she said, setting her book down.” But being tired generally makes your skin paler. And pale skin makes dark circles look darker, and also allows the dark pigmentation to be seen more easily.” The man threw his lung killer down to the ground, taking in her appearance. He eyes her up and down. “See something you like?” she asked, her voice nowhere near suggestive in anyway. “What makes you think that?” he said smirking. “The pupil of the eye expands as much as 45 percent when a person looks at something pleasing.” She said bluntly. “Yours did just that.” The man snickered before turning and muttering something about her being a ‘rude bitch’. Rosuto sighed while pinching the bridge of her nose. She didn’t think she had been rude. She was simply stating facts and he had taken it the wrong way. She was, in no way, interested in him. She was just clarifying her finds. She took a sip of tea that a waiter had set down. As for his comment about her being rude. “I’ve been called worse by better.” She whispered closing her eyes, shaking her brown locks. ooc: :3 music: Victoria Justice - A Thousand Miles muse:pretty good~ word count:901 other notes:n/a |
