T-shirts. Dancing. This month's not too bad so far, even with all the throwing stuff on the ground that one day... and it's already, what...halfway over? Huh.

[ What things he's thinking concerning two specific new arrivals however he keeps to himself, more curiosities from not knowing much at all to begin with. There's a pause here, in any case. ]

Aaaanyway, I figured, while it's quiet, I'd bring up the side...business...hobby...thing Roxas and me've been running. More of a reminder. Either way, it's just for errands - more or less, but having someone to get stuff for you can come in handy - especially here.

Um, so that's either me or Roxas you can get a hold of, if you've got something you need picked up or delivered. We'll be happy to do it.


Guess that's all for now. Sora - over and out!

[ /click! ]





[ooc: RL wallopping me horrifically...will get to backtags for Arthur later today after stupid late class and any tags here too ;_; ajlfksdjol /)_(\ ...]

[Neil can be seen standing in the living room of his apartment, staring at the t-shirt he's wearing, reading it upside-down, but it isn't like he doesn't know what it says:


I WAS CUT, RAPED AND LEFT ON THE CURB LIKE GARBAGE, AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT


Anyone seeing this can tell that there are no words to express how he feels seeing that. If the City hasn't seen the vulnerable side of Neil McCormick before, they are now. Vulnerable, angry, ashamed, terrified by the memory.

After a moment he starts pulling the t-shirt off as if it is on fire. Before it is over his head, the device shuts down.]

Okay that was pretty bad but you know what? It's still not as bad as a Made in 1965 shirt.

[Hello, City. He's back~

Anyway, this time he's in shop trying on a lovely coat. He seems to be very pleased with it and it does look divine on him. Smiling, he looks at the back of it before returning his attention to his device.]

You know, City, I think I've thought of the perfect thing for my new business. It's something I've never done before which will make it interesting for me. Really, I suppose that matters the most.

So I believe that I should start up an exotic dance club. One that will provide entertainment for all tastes and serve beverages to satisfy anyone.

[He chuckles then takes another look at himself in the mirror.]

It should be fun to design the outfits for it.

[Yes, he thinks he'll get this coat. A nod and he removes it to add to a pile of fabric that he's already got. Diva needs more dresses, after all.]

Also, I think I should get a puppy. It would be a lovely accessory.