Location ; Reveille
Time ; 9:46pm
At this hour, the particular individual should've had the decency to remain in the comforts of his dwelling, the corner that he would call his own numerous times in an attempt to carry it to the light of truth. Yet such actions had not occurred, it would only be futile to keep himself from basking in the nostalgia of the familiar area. The time of day might not have been exactly right for the occasion, but he had made the decision upon his own accord.
Tread with no destination in mind, absentmindedly gazing at the mural painted above him, nature offering intricate strokes to convey emotions dared to be uttered. Stars glistened, as if to rise and fall. Bobbing up and down almost, a comparison so precise yet nowhere near the correct definition. All they had done was gleam, vanishing for only a moment before radiating once more. As if on cue.

Could he really help it ? The scenery had brought it upon itself, and now it would heave along the noir who indulged himself with the outside, cobblestone being subtly danced upon, steps that had restrained themselves. Absolutely wonderful. Was there another way to put it ?