†010 - {edit} grasping the remnants of summer

[bucuresti]

[ooc: sorry! had to redo the post because i didn't like it. xD]


[Standing out by the lake, Mihail keeps his hands in his jeans pockets, watching the water passively. Summer went by fast and that served to make him almost nostalgic for it, or for being home in the summer in general. Then again, he might not want to be home now, what with the Roma deportations from France. So, he's a little but pissed off, but true to his nature, he doesn't express it in any other way than standing very still.

The lake breeze is nice, and good for stress relief, but he's not sure what else to do. It's getting cold anyway, and summer activities are now incredibly limited. With a sigh, he kicks at a lone rock, watching it skip and tumble down into the wander with a quiet 'splish'. Kicking rocks is certainly better than raging at politics anyway.

So yes, there's a lone Bucharest outside, and company surely wouldn't bother him in the least.]

Comments

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was hot enough.

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[3monthsdarkness.livejournal.com]

"You must be insane. Either that or you must be what they call a desert."

he's used to temperatures in the sub 30s and no plants at all.

[cenusa-lumina.livejournal.com]

Ah, temperate climate, actually. It gets hot in the summer, and snows in the winter. Though, I prefer summer much more.

[3monthsdarkness.livejournal.com]

"Hn. I've always wandered what's that is like . . . for the seasons to change th color of things. For me it's seasons of sun and no sun. I thought I would like this more . . . but being this hot scares me. What if I melt? Where would the penguins go?" At this he picks up a blue blanket from the ground and raps it around his shoulders.