Renko had been staring out the window for quite a long while now. In fact, he'd been so lost in thoughts that he hadn't noticed the utter shitshow that had been going on around him. Of course, that was until he shifted in his seat and accidentally spilled the mug of steaming hot coffee that he didn't realise had arrived onto his lap.
He grunted in pain as it poured onto his clothes and seeped through his uniform. Though compared to the shit he'd been through the past day such as a helicopter crash, gunfights, getting attacked by mutants, travelling back in time, this was nothing. Huffing in annoyance, he took a look around and finally noticed the rather... odd apparel the other patrons were wearing. He brushed it off, however. That wasn't remotely the strangest thing he'd seen today.
Glancing at the spilled mug of coffee, he considered using the TMD to un-spill the coffee, but decided against it. There were too many people around. Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Once in, he activated the TMD. But before he could, he caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.
Well, he was a mess, that was for sure. His uniform was covered in soot, blood, and dirt, and torn in several places. He looked positively exhausted. Frowning, he glanced downwards, then charged up his TMD and pointed it at himself. An orange beam shot out and covered him. The damage to his clothes suddenly seemed to revert, with the soot and blood disappearing and tears repairing themselves. A second later, his uniform was good as new.
Same couldn't be said for himself, however. He was still as exhausted as ever.
Brushing any remaining dust off himself, he glanced around the filthy bathroom.
( Akibahara I require bathroom poetry.)
He grunted in pain as it poured onto his clothes and seeped through his uniform. Though compared to the shit he'd been through the past day such as a helicopter crash, gunfights, getting attacked by mutants, travelling back in time, this was nothing. Huffing in annoyance, he took a look around and finally noticed the rather... odd apparel the other patrons were wearing. He brushed it off, however. That wasn't remotely the strangest thing he'd seen today.
Glancing at the spilled mug of coffee, he considered using the TMD to un-spill the coffee, but decided against it. There were too many people around. Standing up, he walked over to the bathroom and pushed the door open. Once in, he activated the TMD. But before he could, he caught his reflection in the cracked mirror.
Well, he was a mess, that was for sure. His uniform was covered in soot, blood, and dirt, and torn in several places. He looked positively exhausted. Frowning, he glanced downwards, then charged up his TMD and pointed it at himself. An orange beam shot out and covered him. The damage to his clothes suddenly seemed to revert, with the soot and blood disappearing and tears repairing themselves. A second later, his uniform was good as new.
Same couldn't be said for himself, however. He was still as exhausted as ever.
Brushing any remaining dust off himself, he glanced around the filthy bathroom.
( Akibahara I require bathroom poetry.)