yamazaki kento & he/they / non binary ‷ watch out , katō sora has crash-landed into roswell !! they look 27 years old and celebrate their birthday on june twenty-fifth. they are from roswell, reside in greystone complex and are currently working as a cashier at blockbuster [ . one thing you should know about them is they still write to their pen pal from the forth grade. ‷
stats.
full name: katō sora
nickname(s): n/a
age: 27
date of birth: june 25th
zodiac sign: cancer
gender: non-binary
pronouns: he/they
sexual orientation: bisexual
occupation: cashier at blockbuster
language(s) spoken: english, japanese
hair color: black
eye color: brown
height: 5'10"
tattoos: n/a
piercings: n/a
personality traits: introverted, sarcastic, loyal, stubborn, pessimistic, organized, intelligent, timid, practical, witty
mini bio.
for as long as sora can remember, it’s always been just them and their mom. during her college years, his mother immigrated from japan to new mexico, and shortly after her arrival, became pregnant with sora. the last time he saw his father was when he was a toddler, too young to even remember the man. even so, sora’s never really felt like that part of his life was missing, something that he fully credits his mother for. she always worked incredibly hard to take on the role of both parents, and he admires her greatly for it.
sora’s always been a bit reclusive, even as a child they were considered to be more along the lines of an indoor child, preferring to spend his days tucked away with a good book or video game, rather than run around on the playground. to this day, they still have pretty much the same mentality, and it’s pretty rare to find sora out of the house anywhere other than blockbuster, for his work.
when: sep. 18th, 06:43pm
where: sora’s place
who: @soratm
As it turns out, skating with a tote bag bursting with VHS tapes and DVD cases isn’t as easy as Beth had hoped for: The last stretch to Sora’s front door is completed on foot. She’d called it when she’d had a near-miss with a stone that would have flung her straight off of her penny board and right into a thick, age-old elm.
So maybe she’s a little late when she’s knocking on their front door, but—
“I have every Craven movie they had available, and Gonjiam, and basically every kind of popcorn, so keep your comments to yourself, thank you kindly.”
Beth holds open her bag for Sora to peer into. Lo and behold, there lie bulging packets of buttered, salted, sweetened, mixed and colourful popcorn, along with cases and cases of evening screentime.
horror movies weren’t usually sora’s thing, really, but it was almost halloween time, and if he was ever going to stop being a wuss about them, now seemed like the perfect opportunity. “...how many kinds of popcorn are there?” he questioned beth as he opened the door for her, stepping aside so she could enter their apartment.
the contents of her bag certainly looked intriguing to say the least, though he wasn’t so sure about some of the options - the colorful one, most specifically. ...but he’d agreed to try new things today, and if that included what appeared to be cavity-inducing popcorn... so be it. “guess so. but if i end up with nightmares tonight, i’m calling you to talk me out of it.”
for: @roswellstarters
location: around lunar crescent
The whole thing was ridiculous and the expression on his face was only becoming more and more frustrated as the seconds ticked by. Rhys had days where things similar to this happened, but it was usually over pretty quickly, he’d dart past the gate, make a grab for the escape livestock and have them back in his backyard in less than a minute. Today, however, it felt as though he’d been chasing this particular hen around and around the cul-de-sac for over half an hour. He’d stopped to take a breath, hands on his knees, leaning down slightly, when he spotted someone. “You can help or you can laugh… but help really would be preferred…” he offered, smile on his face weak.
“is both an option?” a small smirk appeared on sora’s lips as he continued to watch the show playing out in front of him, before finally relenting and tossing rhys a bone, deciding to see what he could do to help the guy out. “you go left, i’ll go right. maybe we can get her caught in the middle of us.” he didn’t know too much about chickens, but it seemed like a better idea than the two of them chasing her around in circles.