Post by Ithica Pettineo on Jul 4, 2010 19:47:42 GMT -5
A day packed with walking can make anyone hungry - not that the half demon needed an excuse since he was, admittedly, always hungry. Ithica had not originally planned to spend the entire day visiting museums but… it seemed like a better alternative than spending the day at home with a grumpy doll. It also wasn’t as if Ithica had anything better to do. He had hardly left his dorm except to go to classes. Which was odd for Ithica for two reasons – he did not go to the classes for the most part, and he hated being inside for too long. However, the explanation was rather simple. He did not want anyone to have to witness a sick and lethargic Ithica, so keeping a low profile seemed like a good idea.
He was feeling better. Much better. His liver did not feel like it was trying to claw its way out of his stomach, his throat was not dry, and his brain was not the mush it had been. He blamed the Chinese and their delicious food that made him sick every time he ate it (he didn't like to admit it was his lack of personal responsibility). At the thought of food, his stomach grumbled bitterly and he patted it sympathetically. “I’m trying to find a spot to eat, just hold your horses.” He murmured whilst trying not to look like the crazy guy who talked to various body parts. Awkward.
The day was too fantastic not to go out. Ithica's trip had initially been to go visit his dad and his grumpy feline companion. Once he left his dad’s house, he realized that he had missed the ferry and decided to hang around museums. Twenty minutes turned into an hour and then all thoughts of going back to the university vanished from his minds as he became enthralled in the contents of the exhibitions.
Then his usual outdoors-y nature had kicked in and he went on a walk. There wasn’t very many interesting things to do – he had passed a zoo but he always felt strange when in zoos. He wasn’t violently opposed to the ideas of animals in captivity but he couldn’t imagine being stuck in one place all the time. He had seen a boardwalk but he was afraid of heights and deep water. Crossing over on the ferry had already taken a toll on his nerves so being near that amount of water was something he wasn’t too fond of experiencing again. There seemed to be a backpacking trail but Ithica wasn’t that fond of strenuous walking.
The sound of laughter and giggles made him look up from pouting at his shoes at the lack of activities. A park! He grinned as he watched kids running around. He’d go play as well, but most parents tended to get wary when almost-twenty year old men danced about with their seven year-olds. Besides, his stomach was about to extend from his stomach and swallow the nearest restaurant. Like a starfish. He shuddered when he thought about its eating habit. He used to think starfishes were great and wonderful until his biology teacher had ruined his Starfish-loving life forever.
Ithica hummed blithely as he walked into the playground. Children were hanging on the monkey bars, swinging on swings, or sliding. There was one kid tangled up in the climbing rope. He stepped forward to help before putting together the fact that the child was laughing and his friends were helping. He instead turned his attention to the various benches strewn about the park. Most were filled with parents or tired napping children, but he found one that only had a single person on it. He grinned happily.
Strangers were fun.
He sat cross-legged next to her. Ithica pulled open his bag and shifted through the various food and candy contained within. Floss, hole-puncher, pastries, hand sanitizer, hard candies, and of course his personal favorite: jellybeans. He took out the bag and held it out to her. “Want a jellybean?” He asked cheerfully. “I like the red kind the best. What about you?” Ithica stuck a red jellybean in his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully. “I also kind of like the purple kind. Used to not like it, but it’s kind of growing on me.”
He was feeling better. Much better. His liver did not feel like it was trying to claw its way out of his stomach, his throat was not dry, and his brain was not the mush it had been. He blamed the Chinese and their delicious food that made him sick every time he ate it (he didn't like to admit it was his lack of personal responsibility). At the thought of food, his stomach grumbled bitterly and he patted it sympathetically. “I’m trying to find a spot to eat, just hold your horses.” He murmured whilst trying not to look like the crazy guy who talked to various body parts. Awkward.
The day was too fantastic not to go out. Ithica's trip had initially been to go visit his dad and his grumpy feline companion. Once he left his dad’s house, he realized that he had missed the ferry and decided to hang around museums. Twenty minutes turned into an hour and then all thoughts of going back to the university vanished from his minds as he became enthralled in the contents of the exhibitions.
Then his usual outdoors-y nature had kicked in and he went on a walk. There wasn’t very many interesting things to do – he had passed a zoo but he always felt strange when in zoos. He wasn’t violently opposed to the ideas of animals in captivity but he couldn’t imagine being stuck in one place all the time. He had seen a boardwalk but he was afraid of heights and deep water. Crossing over on the ferry had already taken a toll on his nerves so being near that amount of water was something he wasn’t too fond of experiencing again. There seemed to be a backpacking trail but Ithica wasn’t that fond of strenuous walking.
The sound of laughter and giggles made him look up from pouting at his shoes at the lack of activities. A park! He grinned as he watched kids running around. He’d go play as well, but most parents tended to get wary when almost-twenty year old men danced about with their seven year-olds. Besides, his stomach was about to extend from his stomach and swallow the nearest restaurant. Like a starfish. He shuddered when he thought about its eating habit. He used to think starfishes were great and wonderful until his biology teacher had ruined his Starfish-loving life forever.
Ithica hummed blithely as he walked into the playground. Children were hanging on the monkey bars, swinging on swings, or sliding. There was one kid tangled up in the climbing rope. He stepped forward to help before putting together the fact that the child was laughing and his friends were helping. He instead turned his attention to the various benches strewn about the park. Most were filled with parents or tired napping children, but he found one that only had a single person on it. He grinned happily.
Strangers were fun.
He sat cross-legged next to her. Ithica pulled open his bag and shifted through the various food and candy contained within. Floss, hole-puncher, pastries, hand sanitizer, hard candies, and of course his personal favorite: jellybeans. He took out the bag and held it out to her. “Want a jellybean?” He asked cheerfully. “I like the red kind the best. What about you?” Ithica stuck a red jellybean in his mouth and chewed on it thoughtfully. “I also kind of like the purple kind. Used to not like it, but it’s kind of growing on me.”
