I wasn't sure if there was a thread for people's writings that were KanriKyara related, so now I made this. Speaking of which, here's something I wrote (My self insert. take it or leave it, Bob 
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Raven stepped off the plane, stretching his hands behind him.
“It’s nice to be back in SoCal… ok I barely remember living here, but it’s still nice…” he said, quietly groaning in pleasure as his muscles stretched out. His bones creaked. It hadn’t been a particularly long flight, but it was still enough to make his legs fall asleep.
“I wonder what shenanigans I’m going to get up to while I’m here…” he thought as he walked into the airport proper. He picked up his bags, then set out for Rutgers University.
The ride down to the dormitories in the Uber was quiet. Lines of trees blurred past him, and it put a smile on his face. He had always liked the natural world. Besides, seeing so much green was really nice when he compared it to Arizona, with its rocky greys and browns, and small, compact trees struggling to survive. Here, though, trees grew tall and proud, a stark difference to what he was used to. It was a nice difference though, and he appreciated it. It was a good change.
The car stopped about 20 minutes later. Raven ducked his head out of the car and took his bag from the trunk. He thanked the driver, and tipped him too. Then he ran a hand through his hair as he looked up at the building in front of him. A gust of wind swirled around his body, lightly chilling him. Douglas Garden, a place that had recently had a large uptick in tenants for no apparent reason. A sly grin creeped up his face. This was going to be fun.
Raven stretched after knocking on the door. A man, maybe late thirties, early forties, opened the door. Raven plastered on his “I love people” smile and stuck his thumbs in his pockets.
“Hello! My name is Raven, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Well, it’s not my given name, but here…” he said while he pulled some papers from his bag and handed them to the older man.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Raven, we’re glad to have you here. Welcome to Douglas Garden, my name is Bob Shroeck, but you can just call me Bob, I suppose,” Bob said in response as he took the papers. Raven stood expectantly. Bob raised an eyebrow looking at the papers. An awkward silence ensued.
“Errrm… can I live here?” Raven asked in an attempt to break the silence. Bob jumped slightly, but smiled.
“Yes, you may. Come in, come in, we’ll just get the tenant contract ready and you’ll be good to go,” he said, waving Raven in. Raven let out a sigh of relief.
‘Well, I’m certainly glad that’s over..’ he thought before following his new landlord into the main office.
The contract signing was anticlimactic. Just a couple of scribbles later, plus a handshake, and he was officially a tenant of Douglas Garden.
) Raven stepped off the plane, stretching his hands behind him.
“It’s nice to be back in SoCal… ok I barely remember living here, but it’s still nice…” he said, quietly groaning in pleasure as his muscles stretched out. His bones creaked. It hadn’t been a particularly long flight, but it was still enough to make his legs fall asleep.
“I wonder what shenanigans I’m going to get up to while I’m here…” he thought as he walked into the airport proper. He picked up his bags, then set out for Rutgers University.
The ride down to the dormitories in the Uber was quiet. Lines of trees blurred past him, and it put a smile on his face. He had always liked the natural world. Besides, seeing so much green was really nice when he compared it to Arizona, with its rocky greys and browns, and small, compact trees struggling to survive. Here, though, trees grew tall and proud, a stark difference to what he was used to. It was a nice difference though, and he appreciated it. It was a good change.
The car stopped about 20 minutes later. Raven ducked his head out of the car and took his bag from the trunk. He thanked the driver, and tipped him too. Then he ran a hand through his hair as he looked up at the building in front of him. A gust of wind swirled around his body, lightly chilling him. Douglas Garden, a place that had recently had a large uptick in tenants for no apparent reason. A sly grin creeped up his face. This was going to be fun.
Raven stretched after knocking on the door. A man, maybe late thirties, early forties, opened the door. Raven plastered on his “I love people” smile and stuck his thumbs in his pockets.
“Hello! My name is Raven, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Well, it’s not my given name, but here…” he said while he pulled some papers from his bag and handed them to the older man.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Raven, we’re glad to have you here. Welcome to Douglas Garden, my name is Bob Shroeck, but you can just call me Bob, I suppose,” Bob said in response as he took the papers. Raven stood expectantly. Bob raised an eyebrow looking at the papers. An awkward silence ensued.
“Errrm… can I live here?” Raven asked in an attempt to break the silence. Bob jumped slightly, but smiled.
“Yes, you may. Come in, come in, we’ll just get the tenant contract ready and you’ll be good to go,” he said, waving Raven in. Raven let out a sigh of relief.
‘Well, I’m certainly glad that’s over..’ he thought before following his new landlord into the main office.
The contract signing was anticlimactic. Just a couple of scribbles later, plus a handshake, and he was officially a tenant of Douglas Garden.