>>@ENTERTHEDRAGON | @ALL
Anyone else getting a massive wave of culture shock? It's totally kicking my ass right now. I got a nice little gig set up here above a bar, but the catch is I gotta work. But yeah, people are coming and going like crazy around here. Weird outfits, weird hairstyles. Seeing everyone go crazy about freedom is pretty freakin' cool. Nobody needs some stuffy old dude sittin' in a golden high chair sucking his royal thumb and giving out orders all the time.
Not gonna lie, I've seen some pretty big palaces before, but I totally wanna raid the hell out of Versailles.
So anyway, is it like this all the time when you guys get a new mission? I've never been to Paris before, but I kinda know what it looks like from pictures back in my own time? Universe? Good luck getting your head around that shit, it's way too deep for me. I was all excited to see the Eiffel Tower, but apparently it's not gonna exist for like... a hundred years.
Not gonna lie, I've seen some pretty big palaces before, but I totally wanna raid the hell out of Versailles.
So anyway, is it like this all the time when you guys get a new mission? I've never been to Paris before, but I kinda know what it looks like from pictures back in my own time? Universe? Good luck getting your head around that shit, it's way too deep for me. I was all excited to see the Eiffel Tower, but apparently it's not gonna exist for like... a hundred years.

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Achilles, please.]
Yeaaaaah. My point's pretty much proven.
[Using a local landmark as a compass, he can vaguely figure out what his next steps are. It's gotten well past the twilit hours where the seedy things are bound to happen, somewhere around the bend of morning that will mean Ryuji has to be up in a few hours to scrub floors, un-sticky-fy the tables, and start prepping the bar for his own kind master. It's going to be a rough morning ahead.
Even rougher as he starts to think about the things that happened between him and Achilles tonight. He's got a lot swimming up there in his head.
Doesn't help, too, that this nickname of his is just... the worst.]
Mmn. Yeah, shit. It's like... way past an acceptable bedtime. Well... uh... [Thanks for the makeout session?] Seeya round dude. Ja, Rider.
[He misses having pockets in his clothes. And now that Achilles has found his horse, he doesn't really have a reason to be around, so he wipes his forehead to get rid of some stray beads of sweat culminating at the crown of his forehead, and starts heading off back to the tavern.]