[Throughout the entire day, Ciro hasn't really had a time to just kick back and relax. I mean- are you kidding him? He's a part of the Gardening Club. It's the Festival of Flowers.]
[By the end of the week, it'll be a miracle if he isn't dead.]
[In fact, seated as he watches the last moments of the Opening Ceremony, sipping from a dark drink with rosebuds bobbing in it amongst the ice, he almost looks dead judging by the dark circles under his eyes. The work in the GVGC leading up to this festival has been working him ragged, and... Well. Early this morning had brought something unpleasant. If he's honest with himself, all this work is a relief if only so he doesn't have to think about the events of early morning.]
[So, seated and watching everything dully obedient, Ciro's eyes follow the rise of the fireworks as they burst- ]
[And there it goes. The mansion is entirely in flames. Deep in its depths, panicked and tortured screams start up, but he doesn't really care. As the first licks up towards the sky, his gaze drifts to the side. There, sprawled out in the perfect kept grass of the lavish (but not for long) estate, are the two boys again. The blond, feral sharp teeth bared out in a triumphant grin, pumps his fist. Between them is the boy with the mismatched eyes, and his face is alight with almost as much delight as the mansion has flames.
This is the only time he'll ever look so happy or delighted. And so long as the two of them are happy with all of this- ]
[The trickling sound of liquid breaks through the fire in his minds eye, and Ciro snaps out of it. At some point in his- daydream? hallucination?- he'd started to lose the straightness of his glass. It's been steadily trickling the drink onto the ground, and Ciro hastily straightens it up with a jolt.]
Ah- [He looks to the people near him.] I'm sorry. I didn't get any on you or your things, did I?
[...So he says, but something about it almost sounds robotic, automatic, instead of genuine. His eyes are still elsewhere, just a bit.]
B - Sunday night, School Apartments
[hey everyone, there's a teenage boy facefirst and only half on the sofa in the ground floor common area. One arm and a leg to match are dangling off of the side, sprawled loosely against the floor.]
[Someone should probably make sure this nerd is okay.]
[But listen. He wasn't getting enough sleep to start with, considering the festival. Add in the nonsense on that app early this morning, and, well... No wonder he couldn't wait until getting to his own apartment to fall asleep.]
[Let him live.]
C - Wildcard
[Ciro will have another top level at the GVGC mingle thread which will include him participating at the club booth, the flower judging contest, the float parade, and other such things. Needless to say, for most of the week, he'll be preoccupied with club activities. However! When shifts switch out and he gets a break, anyone can run into him or drag him off for whatever.]
[If you want to harass the nerd in some way outside of his club activities, feel free to spitball it here, or just PM me/ hit me up on my plurk and we can do something.]
Ciro Bonavita (Chikusa Kakimoto) - OTA
[Throughout the entire day, Ciro hasn't really had a time to just kick back and relax. I mean- are you kidding him? He's a part of the Gardening Club. It's the Festival of Flowers.]
[By the end of the week, it'll be a miracle if he isn't dead.]
[In fact, seated as he watches the last moments of the Opening Ceremony, sipping from a dark drink with rosebuds bobbing in it amongst the ice, he almost looks dead judging by the dark circles under his eyes. The work in the GVGC leading up to this festival has been working him ragged, and... Well. Early this morning had brought something unpleasant. If he's honest with himself, all this work is a relief if only so he doesn't have to think about the events of early morning.]
[So, seated and watching everything dully obedient, Ciro's eyes follow the rise of the fireworks as they burst- ]
[And there it goes. The mansion is entirely in flames. Deep in its depths, panicked and tortured screams start up, but he doesn't really care. As the first licks up towards the sky, his gaze drifts to the side. There, sprawled out in the perfect kept grass of the lavish (but not for long) estate, are the two boys again. The blond, feral sharp teeth bared out in a triumphant grin, pumps his fist. Between them is the boy with the mismatched eyes, and his face is alight with almost as much delight as the mansion has flames.
This is the only time he'll ever look so happy or delighted. And so long as the two of them are happy with all of this- ]
[The trickling sound of liquid breaks through the fire in his minds eye, and Ciro snaps out of it. At some point in his- daydream? hallucination?- he'd started to lose the straightness of his glass. It's been steadily trickling the drink onto the ground, and Ciro hastily straightens it up with a jolt.]
Ah- [He looks to the people near him.] I'm sorry. I didn't get any on you or your things, did I?
[...So he says, but something about it almost sounds robotic, automatic, instead of genuine. His eyes are still elsewhere, just a bit.]
B - Sunday night, School Apartments
[hey everyone, there's a teenage boy facefirst and only half on the sofa in the ground floor common area. One arm and a leg to match are dangling off of the side, sprawled loosely against the floor.]
[Someone should probably make sure this nerd is okay.]
[But listen. He wasn't getting enough sleep to start with, considering the festival. Add in the nonsense on that app early this morning, and, well... No wonder he couldn't wait until getting to his own apartment to fall asleep.]
[Let him live.]
C - Wildcard
[Ciro will have another top level at the GVGC mingle thread which will include him participating at the club booth, the flower judging contest, the float parade, and other such things. Needless to say, for most of the week, he'll be preoccupied with club activities. However! When shifts switch out and he gets a break, anyone can run into him or drag him off for whatever.]
[If you want to harass the nerd in some way outside of his club activities, feel free to spitball it here, or just PM me/ hit me up on my plurk and we can do something.]