What's to be done?
Jan 18, 2013 22:54:52 GMT -8
Post by thefella on Jan 18, 2013 22:54:52 GMT -8
The entourage's faces of judgement that matched his mother's seemed to change as they too looked out the window listening to Saruoji's song. A few of them seemed to even gain hopeful expressions on their faces, though for what they were hopeful for was beyond Saru. He merely assumed they were day dreaming of the day his mother might give them hand outs. His mother's eyes glistened listening to the song slow it seemed that she might come back to the world of the living. Alas, it wasn't meant to last as all hope and inspiration in the room was soon crushed by the tyrant and business mogul of the family.
The song came to a horrible train-wreck of a halt as all the wrong keys slammed at once as Saru looked across the room. His father, Lord Yotsuki as he liked to be called, had entered the room. His eyes were bloodshot and shadowed, his hair a grizzly mess, and the bottle in his hand seemed to complete the overall picture of a man so low he was trying to drink himself into submission. There was silence in the room that lasted for almost an entire minute as they glared at one another from across the room.
"You useless coward," his father began slowly, "all you do these days is play that piano and drink. Why don't you get out and do something useful with your life for just once?" He staggered forward with some difficulty almost falling over if not for the timely arrival of two members of his wife's suck up committee. Their aid only enraged him as he flung his arms in either direction casting them away from him and completing his destiny of falling onto his ass on the cold marble floor. "God damn it!" he breathed heatedly in pain.
"Good morning to you as well father," Saruoji mused as he pulled again on the cigarette before unable to hold back any politeness for a man who wouldn't remember it. "Of course, it's always a good morning when you honor us with your charming presence." This wasn't Saruoji's first time dealing with his father in this condition and he knew full well that sarcasm proved to be far over his head. "And what is that pungent lovely odor? Are you still keeping up with that new hygiene regiment of not showering?"