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I/II: The commute from to Hell, pt. 1
[Heigo's morning commute is already his least favourite part of the day by the longest shot ever. Every morning, he stumbles into the shower after hearing his alarm without quite waking up, dresses in clothes he laid out the night before still half-asleep, grabs the pastry and iced coffee he also left in his path on his way out the door, then crawls his way toward wakefulness on the drive to work - needless to say, this tends to leave his nerves frayed before his day has properly started.
Today he's struggling even by those standards, though. After the fifth or sixth detour that doesn't mesh with his mental map of the city and, sure enough, gets him lost in areas he swears he's never seen before in his life, he finally pulls over at one of the bizarre warning signs (frogs? Are they really headed for the end times now?) and sets about trying to flag someone down. He could be literally anywhere outside of the city, even two seconds from his destination or from one of the new regions, so people on foot or bike traffic could find him just as easily. Please help him. He's so tired.]
II: The commute from to Hell, part 2
[Okay, so now the where, why, and how of the situation don't matter quite so much, which at least helps him to focus his concentration.
Too bad that enormous flaming bull has effectively scattered the rest of it to the wind, leaving nothing but RUN FOR YOUR GODDAMN LIFE in his head.
Thus, anyone in Respatrum who happens to stumble across the bullfighting can find Heigo doing just that, as well as hollering desperately at the crowd when he's able to get enough breath for it:]
STOP CHEERING AND GET ME OUT OF HERE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!
IV: Don't kiss me, I'm neither Irish nor festive
[All Heigo wants by the end of the day is to have a peaceful, relaxing drink to soothe his nerves - so of course all of this happens on St. Patrick's Day, when the city is engulfed in much more mundane but just as irritating forms of madness on all sides.
He can be found sitting sullenly in several different bars around the city as he tries to find one where he'll be left alone, and anyone who approaches him will be met with the same sour opening line:]
My eyes are green, they're my exemption.
[It has yet to work; his arms already raw all over from pinches.]
Bonus: Et tu, Retrospec?
If you really want to help, give me the name of the city planner in charge of these current road upgrades.
Ango Sakaguchi (Heigo Miyake) | Bungo Stray Dogs
I/II: The commute
fromto Hell, pt. 1[Heigo's morning commute is already his least favourite part of the day by the longest shot ever. Every morning, he stumbles into the shower after hearing his alarm without quite waking up, dresses in clothes he laid out the night before still half-asleep, grabs the pastry and iced coffee he also left in his path on his way out the door, then crawls his way toward wakefulness on the drive to work - needless to say, this tends to leave his nerves frayed before his day has properly started.
Today he's struggling even by those standards, though. After the fifth or sixth detour that doesn't mesh with his mental map of the city and, sure enough, gets him lost in areas he swears he's never seen before in his life, he finally pulls over at one of the bizarre warning signs (frogs? Are they really headed for the end times now?) and sets about trying to flag someone down. He could be literally anywhere outside of the city, even two seconds from his destination or from one of the new regions, so people on foot or bike traffic could find him just as easily. Please help him. He's so tired.]
II: The commute
fromto Hell, part 2[Okay, so now the where, why, and how of the situation don't matter quite so much, which at least helps him to focus his concentration.
Too bad that enormous flaming bull has effectively scattered the rest of it to the wind, leaving nothing but RUN FOR YOUR GODDAMN LIFE in his head.
Thus, anyone in Respatrum who happens to stumble across the bullfighting can find Heigo doing just that, as well as hollering desperately at the crowd when he's able to get enough breath for it:]
STOP CHEERING AND GET ME OUT OF HERE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!! SOMEONE HELP ME!!
IV: Don't kiss me, I'm neither Irish nor festive
[All Heigo wants by the end of the day is to have a peaceful, relaxing drink to soothe his nerves - so of course all of this happens on St. Patrick's Day, when the city is engulfed in much more mundane but just as irritating forms of madness on all sides.
He can be found sitting sullenly in several different bars around the city as he tries to find one where he'll be left alone, and anyone who approaches him will be met with the same sour opening line:]
My eyes are green, they're my exemption.
[It has yet to work; his arms already raw all over from pinches.]
Bonus: Et tu, Retrospec?
If you really want to help, give me the name of the city planner in charge of these current road upgrades.