The Steward sat on a solitary bench. He was tinkering on something. His eyes narrowed, and focused. He held what looked like a golden circle. The inner workings of it was opened up. His mechanical hand was hovering over the golden circle and little appendages came out of the tips of his fingers. He was working at repairing a clock. It looked tedious considering all the little workings going on in the clock and the little mechanical appendages coming out of the Steward's metallic fingers. In truth, Sousuke could have been asleep and do this. He wasn't doing that, for two reasons. The first being that it was broad daylight. The second was because it seemed to be expecting someone or something. While he waited for this person or thing to arrive, he was working along so as to make the wait, less boring.
The Steward wore a pair of grey dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a vest matching his pants. His dress coat was folded up and was resting on the bench. He was dressed up, but lately he had been wearing formal clothing quite a bit. Ever since he had found or was given a new lease on life, Takahashi Sousuke was trying new things. Between Roku and Katsuo, Sousuke was perhaps the most statesmen like individual. Kazuki was more formal in wear, but not nearly as formal as Sousuke. Politics was a frustrating thing, but Sousuke liked to think he was decent at it. According to Akkuma, Sousuke spoke like a politician, and acted like one. Yes, speaking like a politician really meant nothing at particular occasions. In a way it was an art form to say nothing, and let that have some sort of meaning. Sousuke was a neutral individual. Very little did he show emotion. He had moments of what seemed like emotion, but those moments were fleeting.
The Steward finished working on the clock. He reached into his vest and produced the cover for the back of the clock. He would put the cover on. A click noise would be heard. Then with his mechanical hand he would hold up his index finger. A small beam of plasma would be emitted from the finger tip and Sousuke would then proceed to seal the slid on the clock.
MFT: 385
The Steward wore a pair of grey dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a vest matching his pants. His dress coat was folded up and was resting on the bench. He was dressed up, but lately he had been wearing formal clothing quite a bit. Ever since he had found or was given a new lease on life, Takahashi Sousuke was trying new things. Between Roku and Katsuo, Sousuke was perhaps the most statesmen like individual. Kazuki was more formal in wear, but not nearly as formal as Sousuke. Politics was a frustrating thing, but Sousuke liked to think he was decent at it. According to Akkuma, Sousuke spoke like a politician, and acted like one. Yes, speaking like a politician really meant nothing at particular occasions. In a way it was an art form to say nothing, and let that have some sort of meaning. Sousuke was a neutral individual. Very little did he show emotion. He had moments of what seemed like emotion, but those moments were fleeting.
The Steward finished working on the clock. He reached into his vest and produced the cover for the back of the clock. He would put the cover on. A click noise would be heard. Then with his mechanical hand he would hold up his index finger. A small beam of plasma would be emitted from the finger tip and Sousuke would then proceed to seal the slid on the clock.
MFT: 385