A train was a train was a train. Umeda sat in his seat and gazed out the window with his chin in his hand, more or less numb. He wasn't completely untried by the unknown stuff, but he'd been . . . pretty beaten up by everything that happened since he woke up. It was one thing to maybe spend some time with a kid's ghost. It was something else entirely when you woke up in a world where magic seemed real and everyone walked around like a fetish convention.
He sighed, closing his eyes against the passing scenery. He really just wanted some peace and quiet to . . . process.
Suplemental Income
Umeda stared at the bottle of pills. The last thing he was going to do was actually take them, but until he could get access to a decent lab, he couldn't even begin to try and figure out what the shit was. He sighed and shook the bottle, listening to the pills rattle with a scowl. His eyes slid to the person next to him, sharp and calculating behind his glasses.
"I'm going to need your name and some other pertinent details. I need to keep track of what happens when you take these pills." What better way to find out what they did than to do research? Umeda didn't mind a bit of effort when it netted him useful results. Now he just had to track down more people. The larger the sample size, the better the results!
Sticky Fingers
He glared at the person in front of him, a second away from growling. Umeda wasn't a pushover. He was an ass, a lazy ass, but he didn't take shit from anyone he wasn't related to and he'd learned to fight a long, long time ago. There were no powers, no magic, just an angry man who knew the best places to hit to do the most damage. Being a doctor had some advantages.
Umeda wasn't scared, he was angry as hell and he was willing to get ground into the sidewalk if it meant working out some of that aggression. Like hell he was giving his god damned umbrella to some fucking assholes!
"You think you can take me on? You really think you can win?"
Wildcard
Umeda is grumpy and prickly but under the act, he's soft and caring. He's also perfectly happy to have as many one-night-stands as people are willing to give him. Making lasting, meaningful connections isn't something he tries to do. So if you just want his pretty face and fit body, he's ok with that!
Hokuto Umeda || Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (HanaKimi) || Dominant
A train was a train was a train. Umeda sat in his seat and gazed out the window with his chin in his hand, more or less numb. He wasn't completely untried by the unknown stuff, but he'd been . . . pretty beaten up by everything that happened since he woke up. It was one thing to maybe spend some time with a kid's ghost. It was something else entirely when you woke up in a world where magic seemed real and everyone walked around like a fetish convention.
He sighed, closing his eyes against the passing scenery. He really just wanted some peace and quiet to . . . process.
Suplemental Income
Umeda stared at the bottle of pills. The last thing he was going to do was actually take them, but until he could get access to a decent lab, he couldn't even begin to try and figure out what the shit was. He sighed and shook the bottle, listening to the pills rattle with a scowl. His eyes slid to the person next to him, sharp and calculating behind his glasses.
"I'm going to need your name and some other pertinent details. I need to keep track of what happens when you take these pills." What better way to find out what they did than to do research? Umeda didn't mind a bit of effort when it netted him useful results. Now he just had to track down more people. The larger the sample size, the better the results!
Sticky Fingers
He glared at the person in front of him, a second away from growling. Umeda wasn't a pushover. He was an ass, a lazy ass, but he didn't take shit from anyone he wasn't related to and he'd learned to fight a long, long time ago. There were no powers, no magic, just an angry man who knew the best places to hit to do the most damage. Being a doctor had some advantages.
Umeda wasn't scared, he was angry as hell and he was willing to get ground into the sidewalk if it meant working out some of that aggression. Like hell he was giving his god damned umbrella to some fucking assholes!
"You think you can take me on? You really think you can win?"
Wildcard
Umeda is grumpy and prickly but under the act, he's soft and caring. He's also perfectly happy to have as many one-night-stands as people are willing to give him. Making lasting, meaningful connections isn't something he tries to do. So if you just want his pretty face and fit body, he's ok with that!