ext_114462 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
bloodyfarfie.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
tampered2007-01-09 12:01 am
bloodyfarfie.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-01-09 12:01 am
Log; Ongoing
When; Jan 6/07 - I'm a Professional Day
Rating; PG- for now?
Characters; Farfarello![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
bloodyfarfie and Schuldig guise_and_guilt
Summary; Farfarello goes a-wanderin' and he and Schu meet up
Log;
Rating; PG- for now?
Characters; Farfarello
bloodyfarfie and Schuldig guise_and_guiltSummary; Farfarello goes a-wanderin' and he and Schu meet up
Log;
Farfarello grumbled as he left the temple, restless and bored and not wanting to listen to Greed going on about supposedly being a gynecologist. Greed was about as much a registered <i>anything</i> as Farfarello was saint. He definitely needed to get out of there for a while.
The Irishman started off, choosing his direction by closing his single eye and walking. He pulled a butterfly knife from where he'd had it at the small of his back, idly flipping and spinning it in his hand as he continued on, heading toward the city square without even knowing it just then. Gaze not even on the blade of the knife, he continued 'playing' with it, he looked around him instead.
Despite the fact that he'd been there a couple months, he barely even knew the city. He hadn't felt the need to go out at all, especially with no one to entertain him as he wandered about. He had to admit, it was one thing he had missed about being back in the world he came from. There, Farfarello had always been provided some sort of...entertainment.
The Irishman started off, choosing his direction by closing his single eye and walking. He pulled a butterfly knife from where he'd had it at the small of his back, idly flipping and spinning it in his hand as he continued on, heading toward the city square without even knowing it just then. Gaze not even on the blade of the knife, he continued 'playing' with it, he looked around him instead.
Despite the fact that he'd been there a couple months, he barely even knew the city. He hadn't felt the need to go out at all, especially with no one to entertain him as he wandered about. He had to admit, it was one thing he had missed about being back in the world he came from. There, Farfarello had always been provided some sort of...entertainment.