The Park, Tuesday Late Night

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His shift at The Devils Nest had allowed Shuichi much too much time for thinking about his financial situation.

//"What am I going to dooo?"// Shuichi wailed, sitting on what he was now going to dub as his 'sob bench'. He wasn't quite in sob-mode yet, but he was getting there. Nothing particularly good had happened since he'd gotten here, except for the job, which felt like it was in constant danger due to his total lack of communicative skills.

//"I'll just sleep on this bench! That's it! Right here, until I can make enough money to find a place to stay!"// He stamped his foot on the bench after much brooding, shaking his fist at the sky as a cold wind swept past him. //"And some blankets..."// Shuichi shivered, wrapping his coat around himself tighter as he lay on the bench and rolled back and forth, singing a little song to the trees.

[[ooc: thread locked to mouthy_merc, open to parky needs too.]]