Welcome to DMV Hell [REIT]

tagged: ashley. time: may 9th, 3pm. notes: none.

Keijiro had never been particularly religious, having been raised in a household that went through the motions but didn't particularly talk about the whole thing, but at that moment he was starting to wonder who he'd murdered in a past life to deserve his current fate. He had been in the DMV for no less then five hours, and his net progress was astoundingly close to zero. All he'd wanted was to transfer his license. That was all he wanted. He already had his Japanese license, had already been driving around for ages. He'd already turned 18, had already had his license a full year, and now the United States of America was apparently deciding he wasn't qualified enough. They were making him run through so much paperwork he felt like he was drowning, and making him jump through every single bureaucratic hoop. He'd dealt with bureaucracy before, but Japanese bureaucracy seemed far more efficient then what he was having to deal with at the moment.

First it had simply been the wait. Then when he'd finally reached the front, the woman behind the counter hadn't known what to do with him. Then he'd had to wait (again) for a manager. Then the manager, who had a heavy indian accent, had trouble understanding him. Then they'd pulled out a dusty old binder and dug through, and made some more calls, and then finally called him into the office... to let him know he was going to have to take a test. So he'd taken that test, and then he was supposed to do another driving test, and that required even more waiting.

Keijiro was halfway asleep when someone spoke to him. He snapped awake, trying to make himself look more presentable. Had he fallen asleep? Was he up already? He glanced sideways and quickly realized that no, it wasn't his turn yet. It was simply a woman talking to him, not a staff member. Probably another person suffering through the same level of hell he was, hoping for any sort of break from the monotony. He supposed, if nothing else, he could at least indulge her, and he sat up a little bit straighter.

It was a sign of exactly how worried he was about his own appearance that he was happy she was sitting where she was. Turning his head only slightly meant she was seeing his good side, and while most people's 'good side' meant the side that was slightly more symmetrical, Keijiro's good side was the side that wasn't covered in a horrific burn scar.

It must have been fairly startling when he finally spoke, because when he did, it was with a heavy Japanese accent, even if he looked caucasian, with blond hair and blue eyes. He gave a faint smile of amusement before tipping his head back a bit, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't think 'forever' is technically right, but it feels like it. I have to wait for a driving tester to get back, and then for it to be my turn, and then I have to do a driving test... and then I think wait for my license." Or maybe they'd mail it to him, only that would be too logical, so probably not. They'd probably just make him camp for it.