His caretaker's house is a generic pile of quadrilateral sandstone rooms, even its floors are sandstone. Well, at least that's what he assumed the materials are called because it their house looks like a block of solidified or compressed sand wedged together somehow to make things seamless, as well as their solid sand fence, which extended from both of their neighbors' walls with a sand arch at the middle to serve as their gate. When he looks outside, its just as boring. Sand on the house, sand on the floor and sand on everyone passing by. He wanted to maybe grow a garden but the soil here doesn't look very fertile. He was looking out of their box window, which was separated into four immobile parts by a pair of metal rods, which were probably from the dump or something, thinking on what his life could be if he could actually have gone out when he was younger, if he was actually not sickly as he was before. At the very least, now he doesn't get sick every week or so. He just has to take good care of his body and he wouldn't suffer anything, though his body really still is sensitive at this point. He doesn't feel like he has accomplished much of anything so at this point, maybe it would be better for him to start going out. He looked around him and his caretaker isn't around. There's even a note telling him to try going out. But this part of Suna, as he found out from his caretaker, can be very dangerous at night but is blistering during the day. Maybe he can wait until its sunset, it won't be as hot. And so he waited, reading books and roasting a rabbit his caretaker told him to cook for lunch and dinner. It was half past five when he decided it was alright to go out and he did.
Wearing a gray tank top over a brown shorts that go a little past below the knee, he went out. He pushed their wooden door and slowly stepped outside, looking left and right. He stayed there for a few moments before remembering he actually had to close the door. After making sure the door was quietly closed, he walked slowly toward the alley in front of their house and looked left and right, content with just being here outside of their house and quietly taking baby steps towards socialization.
Wearing a gray tank top over a brown shorts that go a little past below the knee, he went out. He pushed their wooden door and slowly stepped outside, looking left and right. He stayed there for a few moments before remembering he actually had to close the door. After making sure the door was quietly closed, he walked slowly toward the alley in front of their house and looked left and right, content with just being here outside of their house and quietly taking baby steps towards socialization.
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OOC: I will be Entering and leaving this thread a lot. Also consider this as a thread your character can enter to visit Aoi or his caretaker at home.
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