Shipside [Back home, Chuuya was one of five executives in his line of work, meaning that he's kind of a big deal. With that no longer being the case, he feels kind of... lost? It's weird not having that sort of role anymore, but if there's anything he's good at, it's doing whatever is necessary for his subordinates - or, in this case, it will be his shipmates. Still, there is one main question on his mind, and depending on the answers he receives will determine how pleased he is (or isn't) with this big change.]
Anything... exciting ever happened that we needed those with combat abilities for?
Shopping District [He may be in space and on a ship now, but that didn't mean his fashion sense would change. Why, his taste in fashion was what defined him! Sort of. He thought so at times, anyway, what with the particular things he often wore that others liked to tease him about at times. At this very moment he's doing his most important shopping - hat shopping. Maybe there would be a hat that was perfect for this new space life!
Er... well, that was the idea anyway. As they say, old habits die hard, and he tried on a hat or two that were as close to his style as they could be, admiring himself in a mirror.]
What do you think of this hat?
[His taste was his taste, yes... but conversing while he was shopping made things a little more fun.]
I think it suits me!
Space Bar [Thank goodness for alcohol being a constant in his life. No longer being in the mafia, Japan, and now being in outerspace, were all drastic changes that were a lot to deal with. It'll be okay, though, so long as there was alcohol.
I can assure you that, despite being so small and young, he is certainly old enough for alcohol. However... he gets drunk rather easily, and he can be a mighty angry drunk. For now, he is as happy as a clam. Oh, shit, he knew there as something that usually would have crossed his mind but didn't at this time-!]
chuuya nakahara | bungo stray dogs
[Back home, Chuuya was one of five executives in his line of work, meaning that he's kind of a big deal. With that no longer being the case, he feels kind of... lost? It's weird not having that sort of role anymore, but if there's anything he's good at, it's doing whatever is necessary for his subordinates - or, in this case, it will be his shipmates. Still, there is one main question on his mind, and depending on the answers he receives will determine how pleased he is (or isn't) with this big change.]
Anything... exciting ever happened that we needed those with combat abilities for?
Shopping District
[He may be in space and on a ship now, but that didn't mean his fashion sense would change. Why, his taste in fashion was what defined him! Sort of. He thought so at times, anyway, what with the particular things he often wore that others liked to tease him about at times. At this very moment he's doing his most important shopping - hat shopping. Maybe there would be a hat that was perfect for this new space life!
Er... well, that was the idea anyway. As they say, old habits die hard, and he tried on a hat or two that were as close to his style as they could be, admiring himself in a mirror.]
What do you think of this hat?
[His taste was his taste, yes... but conversing while he was shopping made things a little more fun.]
I think it suits me!
Space Bar
[Thank goodness for alcohol being a constant in his life. No longer being in the mafia, Japan, and now being in outerspace, were all drastic changes that were a lot to deal with. It'll be okay, though, so long as there was alcohol.
I can assure you that, despite being so small and young, he is certainly old enough for alcohol. However... he gets drunk rather easily, and he can be a mighty angry drunk. For now, he is as happy as a clam. Oh, shit, he knew there as something that usually would have crossed his mind but didn't at this time-!]
Ah... Do you have a smoke you can spare?