Vapours and Mirages

Honestly, you'd figure the universe would have run out of ideas by now.

However, for some reason, the universe wasn't done with him. Takeshi was just heading to his first job of the day - it was like eight in the morning. And that was fine and dandy, but as he got to the workplace, he noticed nobody was there. So he looked around, and then entering the back - the door was locked, he had a key though because of his schedules - found out that nobody was here. Apparently, the owner had given them a day off at the last minute, and not a single person had notified him. Well. That was always the best way to start off the morning, being uninformed of something by others.

It showed how much they cared. Which was fuck all.

Not that Takeshi was surprised, but with a groan, he made his way out of the store. So far so good right? Well he got a text from his second job - telling him they had to place his shift tomorrow instead. On his supposed day off. Because they got the guy that was going on vacation tomorrow to come in today instead of giving him too many days off. Great. So that meant his entire day - the work day he had planned - was now pretty much down the drain. At least he still had work tonight, right? So that meant he could have the morning to relax, and tomorrow night to relax. Easy peasy.

His phone goes off, and the call is basically that the third place ain't opening because of an inspection.

Well Takeshi was pretty much done with his day, and decided to go... somewhere. The Underground sounded nice - claustrophobia inducement, getting buried alive. What better way to spend his day? Actually, it meant that the meeting he had tomorrow got moved over to today. As he called to switch it, he found himself wondering just why did Fate enjoy doing this shit to him. Is it because he kept trying to stay normal in a world that was clearly losing it? Whatever it was, it was getting old and he wanted it to desist soon. Snapping his phone closed, he found himself in the underground.

Of course, first order of business, was that he turned and tripped, landing himself in a garbage can.

Great, now he just needed someone to notice his whole predicament, and he'd have the best day ever under his belt.

And there you go.

''Ask and thou shalt receive.'' he mumbled under his breath. So not only did his day have to get worse, this girl - what was she, twelve? She was tiny man - seemed to have been doing something. And had fallen in when he tripped and his butt felt like his foot or his hands when he smooshed a soda can - and with a shift, and pulling out whatever was under his butt, he was granted to the sight of a twisted metal thing. And the girl's wails. Apparently, she was either dumpster diving for metals, or she was just hoarding this and tried to avoid him? Whatever it was, he tripped and kind of crushed the thing she liked, and now she was questioning the universe.

Really?

''Are you fucking serious?'' he said, his voice hissing. Part of him was trying to warn him - this was just a child, calm down, it's not her fault - but that was hard to keep in mind. ''At least you aren't Fate's bitch and have had the shittest day, pun fucking intended, ever. And then you get stuck in a dumpster with a girl caterwauling about a piece of metal that can be fixed.'' he added. Of course, the male didn't say the second part all too loud, but rather mumbled it, his face fighting to keep a neutral look. The male placed a hand over his face, sighing - and urg, it smelled like dumpster, stupid thing - and then took in a deep breath.

He had to calm down.

''Sorry I tripped and smooshed whatever this is.'' he said, holding up the piece of metal. Part of his brain did mentally note that he should get out of the dumpster soon - but for now, he had to stop this crying - before he started to smell. Man, he'd need a shower when he got home - forget spending his day off in the underground, trying to get stuff done. The male just let out another annoyed sigh, and then was about to get up, when a headache started to form at the back of his head. Okay, he'd wait a second then, he thought, as he just plopped back down on his butt.

If the girl didn't shape up, he'd probably throw something at her.

Like this rotten banana for example. If anything, he could take out his bad mood a bit at a time on the girl, by starting a dumpster fight or something. Honestly, he needed a nice, long bike ride, but that was out of the question right now. His bike was being borrowed by a co-worker. And he didn't have the time to do so before going to his meeting. Well at least he'd have a funny story to tell them, right? Sometimes he wondered if he should believe in a god or something, just to curse them at the various misfortunes he suffers all the goddamn time, for no reason.

And particularly for as of the last couple days, he was sure he missed something that made the universe treat him like this.