Only too glad get away from that annoying, supposed magic-wielding robot-owning mutant, Sho practically leapt from the bus, ignoring the nurse's protests as he took off at a run, the chill breeze running across his bare arms. Maybe later he'd regret not taking a coat to go over the collared shirt (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/Hiroshige/14.jpg) he was wearing along with the slacks, but at the moment, getting away from the crowded bus > asking the nurses for a jacket.
With ever intention of leaving these hectopascals behind and deriving the town for workable factors, Sho was about to take a run down main street when he spotted a disturbingly familiar head of gray hair. Sure, it wasn't exactly as wavy, but given the build of body and the way he moved, this was within a reasonable margin of error, given the level of significance this represented. Running up behind him, Sho grabbed the yoctogram by the shoulder and spun him about, his face full of rage.
"You! How the factor are you still alive!?" he shouted angrily, only holding back from just connecting point A (his fist) to point B (the Composer's jaw) on account of the looming probability of sedation.
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With ever intention of leaving these hectopascals behind and deriving the town for workable factors, Sho was about to take a run down main street when he spotted a disturbingly familiar head of gray hair. Sure, it wasn't exactly as wavy, but given the build of body and the way he moved, this was within a reasonable margin of error, given the level of significance this represented. Running up behind him, Sho grabbed the yoctogram by the shoulder and spun him about, his face full of rage.
"You! How the factor are you still alive!?" he shouted angrily, only holding back from just connecting point A (his fist) to point B (the Composer's jaw) on account of the looming probability of sedation.