⊰ || ⊹ | The constant repetition of going home, coming to work, going home, and so on can get quite monotonous after the first few days. Especially when returning to an empty apartment room (my, how the silence was deafening). He made use of his time by preparing lessons in advance, though at this rate he did much more work than sleep.
Because if you sleep, you dream. And just who knows what nightmares dreams may come.
As a change of pace, Hitori decided to wander around the city for a bit. He figured, it’d be smart to get a grasp of the layout, notable landmarks, what have you. Seemingly aimless wandering lead him past the Cotton Concert Hall, where he stopped for a moment to listen.
The distant sound of a cello could be heard. A gentle flowing of notes, quite like a whispering wind, reached his ears. Taking another step forward, Hitori followed the flow, making his way towards the empty amphitheater. Of course, there weren’t any outdoor performances scheduled for today, so there was not a soul in sight. Sans the lone musician practicing. ||
❝ What a lovely tune... ❞
|| Sitting down at one of the nearby seats, he hoped that his presence wasn’t too intruding. However, he must confess that the musician’s performance was rather calming. Powerful, but pleasant to the ears... ||
|| Though he had only closed his eyes for a moment, to better focus on the music, it failed to register that Hitori had briefly fallen asleep while doing so. Not realizing, until he had completely collapsed onto the ground, face first. ||