Tomo internally sighed as he pressed a poster onto the building in front of him. His siblings, specifically his pesky twin Tama and manipulative elder sister Kimiki, had shoehorned him into being the manager of some ridiculous play that Tama had come up with. From the looks of the poster, the play would be an action adventure starring a young woman, presumably Tama, in her struggles to save the world. Tomo gave a snort. More like destroy it. However, he couldn't complain. He got to be the manager this time. Last time the production starred him...and he had to play a girl.
Tomo heard a whistle from behind and instinctively covered his behind with the extra posters in his left hand. Ever since the dress code for main branch kunoichi had become miniskirts, including Tomo for some reason, not a single day has gone by that he hasn't been whistled at. Tomo blushed lightly as the perpetrator passed. Tomo had long ago accepted the fact that he looked and sounded feminine, but he just couldn't get used to being treated like an object. They could at least like me for my mind. Realizing what he had just thought, Tomo began to rub his right temple. Listen to me. Now I'm starting to 'sound' like a girl. Tomo shook his head and returned to his task. With the Seki District so full of well to do people, it seemed like the most logical place to start with the promotional posters. The next place would be the Dawnbringer's Plaza.
However, Tomo realized that not many people were stopping to look at the posters. He scrunched his face, frustrated that people weren't drawn by the colorful design he had worked all night to perfect. Hmm...I should have taken into account how self-absorbed some people can be. Maybe the Dawnbringer's Plaza would be the better destination. But first... Tomo found a nearby bench and sat down. He had spent all morning putting up posters and boy was it tiring. Tomo took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes. They were fake and sometimes were a slight strain on his eyes, but he needed them to even stand a chance of not being mistaken for his sister. He replaced his glasses and looked around. I guess the most effective way to promote the play in this district is to talk to people. Tomo eyed people, trying to find someone to ambush who didn't seem too busy to talk.
WC: 413
Tomo heard a whistle from behind and instinctively covered his behind with the extra posters in his left hand. Ever since the dress code for main branch kunoichi had become miniskirts, including Tomo for some reason, not a single day has gone by that he hasn't been whistled at. Tomo blushed lightly as the perpetrator passed. Tomo had long ago accepted the fact that he looked and sounded feminine, but he just couldn't get used to being treated like an object. They could at least like me for my mind. Realizing what he had just thought, Tomo began to rub his right temple. Listen to me. Now I'm starting to 'sound' like a girl. Tomo shook his head and returned to his task. With the Seki District so full of well to do people, it seemed like the most logical place to start with the promotional posters. The next place would be the Dawnbringer's Plaza.
However, Tomo realized that not many people were stopping to look at the posters. He scrunched his face, frustrated that people weren't drawn by the colorful design he had worked all night to perfect. Hmm...I should have taken into account how self-absorbed some people can be. Maybe the Dawnbringer's Plaza would be the better destination. But first... Tomo found a nearby bench and sat down. He had spent all morning putting up posters and boy was it tiring. Tomo took of his glasses and rubbed his eyes. They were fake and sometimes were a slight strain on his eyes, but he needed them to even stand a chance of not being mistaken for his sister. He replaced his glasses and looked around. I guess the most effective way to promote the play in this district is to talk to people. Tomo eyed people, trying to find someone to ambush who didn't seem too busy to talk.
WC: 413