It was late in the evening, not that one could tell in the cave of wonders that was Suna, Walking down the not-so-moonlit street was none other than the hero of our tale, and let's be honest, the hero of every ones tale, Ishimura! He had been at the bar for quite some time, and had gotten quite drunk. His way home was fraught with danger, a brick in the middle of the road he tripped on, an old lady sleeping on her porch outside with knitting needles in her hand. Those were only some of the perills he faced as he turned a corner to what he thought was his street. Where was he? It appeared as though he was lost, taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque.
"Hello?!" he yelled down the rather empty street, only getting an echo of his voice back. It was very quiet, perhaps everyone was asleep or perhaps it was an empty block that hadn't been sold yet. Regardless, there he was making his way down it to find his house. As he walked his mind began to wander, thinking about a girl he had met at the bar and how she was terrible at her karaoke song choices. Then he walked up to a house that looked like his from the front. It was apparent he was drunk, because he had even forgotten that he was lost at the sight of a similarity. So, walking to the front door he would pull out his keys and bring it to the door, but for the life of him he couldn't get the key in the hole. Then he stumbled back a few steps, an obvious balance shift due to his inebriated state.
"Stupid door, quit moving!" he exclaimed to the door like it just pushed him.
"Hello?!" he yelled down the rather empty street, only getting an echo of his voice back. It was very quiet, perhaps everyone was asleep or perhaps it was an empty block that hadn't been sold yet. Regardless, there he was making his way down it to find his house. As he walked his mind began to wander, thinking about a girl he had met at the bar and how she was terrible at her karaoke song choices. Then he walked up to a house that looked like his from the front. It was apparent he was drunk, because he had even forgotten that he was lost at the sight of a similarity. So, walking to the front door he would pull out his keys and bring it to the door, but for the life of him he couldn't get the key in the hole. Then he stumbled back a few steps, an obvious balance shift due to his inebriated state.
"Stupid door, quit moving!" he exclaimed to the door like it just pushed him.