The author almost stamped his foot with frustration as his fountain pen once again slipped through the hole in his messenger bag. Alas, luck had not been in his favor and the writing intrument lay broken on the ground, a noxious pool of black oozing out around it. Toshio cursed and was struck with an unexpected pang of loss. It had been a birthday gift...from himself, of course. After picking it up he examined the Swiss-made, rhodium-coated, hexagonal piece of useless metal. Thinking of the last thing he had written with it, a love note, he shoved it back in his bag, not caring that all of his other school materials were in there as well. They could use an extra touch of personality.
Feeling like a knight without his sword, a Child without his Eva, the writer walked the rest of the way home very carefully so as not to dislodge and drop his fatally wounded friend. Sure, he could have just carried the pen, but that's so much less special. After arriving home to his dreary apartment, the writer spent the next few hours looking up product numbers and found a shop that sold exactly why he was looking for, the Caran d Ache Varius Chinablack. Now that he knew it was available in Ginza he might as well pick up a new shoulder bag while he was at it. Preferably at the Gucci store. Not wanting to look like a loser all by himself the author hastily texted the only person who he knew could at least stand his company.
[Shop till u drop in Ginza? Train tickets on me.]
