The hand of time had set the plan in motion. However alluring the idleness was, he had faces to meet, places to visit and unusual matters to resolve. It was either the truth or death. Either the answers or endless misery. The town had deemed these roads the only possible ones. Heh, perhaps there was another path, maybe deep within the fog...
It was a matter of minutes before he passed by.
No, not the moody one. Then again, both parties had their fair share of problems –– some of which went far beyond a typical worry. With a bored sigh, Daisuke stood up, stretched a little, then placed a hand on the cargo door and waited. Whether or not it was possible for him to wish or to want was insignificant. Whatever awaited him outside would undoubtedly be grotesque (much like himself, hah), so he might as well get it over with.
Yet some part of the boy still hoped that maybe one of them would accept him for what he was... and what he wasn’t.
“ Um, can anybody help me? Hello? ”
@cohrode