Makoto tends to wake early, with the rising sun. It's not that he really wants to, but he forces himself awake to get away from his dreams. Sometimes they're awful, and sometimes they're far too good. He drags himself out of bed and heads to the beach, jogging along it for a good hour or so. He forces himself to go at a slower pace than he can, partially because he knows going too fast will draw attention.
He's dressed in light pants and shirt as he runs, the rest of his things for the day in a string bag slung over his shoulder. It bounces up and down with him, keeping time as he jogs. At least this way he can escape the thoughts of what lies beyond the Hedge. If he runs fast enough, maybe the ache in his heart won't be able to keep up.
II. Earning Your Keep; residential park; late mornings/early afternoons
Makoto doesn't think much about human jobs - he's only barely gotten used to human society again - but he does have to earn some money, both for the general finances of the Court and their more humanlike needs and for him and Kanon to have enough for themselves. The late mornings and early afternoons find him in the park, helping to put up lights.
The other workers leave him alone for the most part, so it's easy enough to catch him by himself when he's on the job. A better time might be on his lunch break, where he tears into a sandwich and fishes out a bit of meat for a stray dog that hangs around the park. He doesn't say anything to the dog, and the dog is silent, but there's a softer edge to his usual hard expression as he watches the dog eat.
III. Food, Glorious Food; food pantries; evenings
A Changeling has to eat, and sometimes his scant earnings from manual labor don't help. He makes sure Kanon has enough to eat first - despite some of the Spring Court complaining that they can take care of their own just fine, thanks - but that doesn't leave him with much for himself. Slowly he starts making the rounds at the food banks, managing to keep himself from shivering thanks to the coat of fur underneath his Mask. He still has a jacket on just for the sake of appearances, even if it's a bit light for the season. He doesn't want to overheat, after all.
He tends to head there in the evenings, taking his soup or sandwich or whatever and staking a claim on a table near the corner, or somewhere that his back is protected. He hunches over when he eats, and doesn't seem to have a ton in the way of table manners. More than once he nearly chokes from inhaling his food, but anyone who tries to get him to slow down gets a quiet snarl and a curled upper lip.
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Makoto tends to wake early, with the rising sun. It's not that he really wants to, but he forces himself awake to get away from his dreams. Sometimes they're awful, and sometimes they're far too good. He drags himself out of bed and heads to the beach, jogging along it for a good hour or so. He forces himself to go at a slower pace than he can, partially because he knows going too fast will draw attention.
He's dressed in light pants and shirt as he runs, the rest of his things for the day in a string bag slung over his shoulder. It bounces up and down with him, keeping time as he jogs. At least this way he can escape the thoughts of what lies beyond the Hedge. If he runs fast enough, maybe the ache in his heart won't be able to keep up.
II. Earning Your Keep; residential park; late mornings/early afternoons
Makoto doesn't think much about human jobs - he's only barely gotten used to human society again - but he does have to earn some money, both for the general finances of the Court and their more humanlike needs and for him and Kanon to have enough for themselves. The late mornings and early afternoons find him in the park, helping to put up lights.
The other workers leave him alone for the most part, so it's easy enough to catch him by himself when he's on the job. A better time might be on his lunch break, where he tears into a sandwich and fishes out a bit of meat for a stray dog that hangs around the park. He doesn't say anything to the dog, and the dog is silent, but there's a softer edge to his usual hard expression as he watches the dog eat.
III. Food, Glorious Food; food pantries; evenings
A Changeling has to eat, and sometimes his scant earnings from manual labor don't help. He makes sure Kanon has enough to eat first - despite some of the Spring Court complaining that they can take care of their own just fine, thanks - but that doesn't leave him with much for himself. Slowly he starts making the rounds at the food banks, managing to keep himself from shivering thanks to the coat of fur underneath his Mask. He still has a jacket on just for the sake of appearances, even if it's a bit light for the season. He doesn't want to overheat, after all.
He tends to head there in the evenings, taking his soup or sandwich or whatever and staking a claim on a table near the corner, or somewhere that his back is protected. He hunches over when he eats, and doesn't seem to have a ton in the way of table manners. More than once he nearly chokes from inhaling his food, but anyone who tries to get him to slow down gets a quiet snarl and a curled upper lip.