and it's just my luck [open]

[INOUE, SHIROU]

[atrb=border,0,true][bg=eeeeee][atrb=width,500,true] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 10px solid #111111; float: left; margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 5px;][/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; margin-top: -2px; width: 410px; color: #212121;]— THIS IS THE ROOM WHERE WE ALWAYS DREAMED OF[/style] [STYLE=text-align: left; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; margin-top: -6px; margin-bottom: -3px; width: 410px; color: #212121; letter-spacing: -1px;]GRASS AND SPLENDID EVENINGS.[/style] [STYLE=text-align: justify; padding: 5px; border-left: 7px solid #111111; border-top: 5px solid #111111; background-color: #f3f3f3; width: 400px; font-size: 10px; color: #212121; margin-left: 20px;]IT WASN'T THAT HE APPRECIATED THE PARK FOR ITS AESTHETIC VALUE. After all, the word itself implied that one possessed the ability to visually perceive something. Shirou did not have such a skill, and instead made use of other senses in order to fully appreciate the Emerald Park. He liked the sound of the birds, he enjoyed listening to the laughter of children, and he certainly enjoyed the feeling of grass, pebble, pavement, and dirt beneath his feet; simply existing within the park was a whole different experience from the norm. It was something to be cherished. But what he liked most of all was that it was usually very quiet. No, not in the sense that it was devoid of people, but in the sense that it was rare that someone would actually approach you. Most people were there with their friends, or their families, or simply went there to be alone; hence it was the perfect place for Shirou to steal away to if he wanted to read or listen to something in a relatively foreign environment. Cane unfurled and held tightly in his right hand, he swept it left and right across the ground in front of him as he walked, holding his bag in his other hand. A few moments later, the cane bumped into something hard; shifting his grip, he reached out carefully with his left arm, and felt the cold metallic arm of a bench. Taking another step forward, he allowed his fingers to slide down and feel the slightly uneven edge of the bench’s seat; satisfied that he had confirmed its presence, Shirou made to sit, pulling his bag along with him and making himself comfortable. Leaning into the back of the bench, he unzipped the duffel, and reached inside, feeling for the round and smooth container that made up his mp3 player. Next, he reached for the wire that was his headphones; his fingers slid down it until they found the plug. It took a few moments for him to insert it into the headphone feed of the player, but he managed it regardless, before placing the earplugs in his ears, and Antonio Vivaldi began to play. [/style] [style=font-size: 10px; text-align: center;]TEMPLATE BY SAMARECARM OF OTE + BTN[/style]