Apr 24, 2015
Aoba was pretty much done with this place. He had lost or alienated anyone important to him. He felt completely alone, so even though it was a fairly special day of the year he decided to stop being a sad sack for a few minutes and go get himself something nice. Walking out of the bakery nearest his house he carried a small pink box, signifying some sort of baked good to be inside. He stopped just short of being run into, saving himself the trouble of trying to save his confection from an untimely and flat demise as there was a young guy looking at him as though he had something to say.
