After his sour experience with the mad pirate, Hoheto spent the next one hundred and sixty eight hours recovering from his sore joints and bruises during which, the thought of Soku hijacked his core. She was everything the other girls loved to hate. Mature in speech but so young she had the exuberance of a youth. She had that action star look, not overly tall and willowy, and her muscle definition was perfect. She wasn't just flawless in bone structure, her skin was like silk over glass and she radiated an intelligent beauty. Hoheto remembered her calm emerald eyes which sparkled brilliantly whenever she unfurled her lips in a smile and her daring personality which remained true even in the face of danger.
Perhaps, it was all these qualities that made Hoheto cherish the santaru's very existence. "She's lovely" he spoke in a soft tone, cocooning himself in the silk sheets of his mattress. "I need to see her" He agreed with himself, yawning as loud as he could. It was almost noon and like the days before, the thought of soku defied his will to sleep. Much better than he was a week ago, Hoheto plodded his way to the bathroom smiling heavily as he got himself washed. He sauntered through the busy streets of marple town dressed in a black shirt on white shorts and black leather boots against the hard concrete floor.
For a while he walked till he came across the wooden door of a residential building. Pausing for while, he took a deep breath and went over his lines before giving a good knock at the door's smooth surface as he stood still awaiting a response.
[Requesting Soku]
Perhaps, it was all these qualities that made Hoheto cherish the santaru's very existence. "She's lovely" he spoke in a soft tone, cocooning himself in the silk sheets of his mattress. "I need to see her" He agreed with himself, yawning as loud as he could. It was almost noon and like the days before, the thought of soku defied his will to sleep. Much better than he was a week ago, Hoheto plodded his way to the bathroom smiling heavily as he got himself washed. He sauntered through the busy streets of marple town dressed in a black shirt on white shorts and black leather boots against the hard concrete floor.
For a while he walked till he came across the wooden door of a residential building. Pausing for while, he took a deep breath and went over his lines before giving a good knock at the door's smooth surface as he stood still awaiting a response.
[Requesting Soku]