[Heine had taken to random wanderings back home, long walks with no exact destination in mind so he could be alone in his thoughts for a while. It's a tradition he's decided to continue here, though it seems like he's in far less danger of running into random thugs now. The relaxation is like whiplash.
Trees in this abundance weren't even common on the surface, so seeing so many is odd to Heine. It's hard to miss them, and so it's half on whim that he ends up attending the official hanami viewing goin on. He shades his eyes with the palm of his hand, wishing he'd bought new sunglasses before deciding to subject himself to society.
Where would he even get any, anyway?]
Tch, why did I even come here?
[He turns to leave, but as he does, his eyes catch the sight of red blossoms in the trees. Heine freezes, his eyes wide, his heart quickening in his chest. A memory comes flooding back to him.
I... want to see real flowers.
Heine presses a hand to his head, a headache throbbing through it. Red flower. How did that work out for you, Heine?]
Cock Convention
[Yeah, he's not sure what he was expecting when he was told about a festival celebrating a giant metal dildo. It seemed weird enough to get a chuckle out of, maybe see people acting like idiots or whatever. It's... a bit more involved than he expected. There's people shamelessly munching on dick waffles and popsicles everywhere. He keeps having near misses with handsy ladies.
His expression must be rather sour, since he's caught the attention of a vendor at a booth selling various phallic merchandise.]
Hey you!
[Heine turns towards the voice, then catching sight of all the dildos starts to shake his head and take a step back.]
You look a little pent up. Maybe one these would interest you?
No, absolutely not!
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Heine Rammsteiner | DOG: Bullets & Carnage
Cock Convention
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