PaRappa's Hat Ties

His room

PaRappa and his family was first to arrive home. The door was already open, and the inside was a complete mess. Or so they thought. Papa ordered PaRappa and Pinto to wait inside while he escorted Matt and Sunny home.

    Inside his own home was another strange experience for PaRappa. The first floor was wrecked, but the second floor was untouched. It had been left alone out of respect. He slowly wandered taking in every step and smell. He didn't know exactly where he was going, but he didn't care. This was his house.
He wondered to himself how many times he had seen the same hall or how long he had lived there. Did he ever move? He did not know.

The first room he found upstairs was Pinto’s. It wasn’t all that complex. It was due to Pinto spending most of her time downstairs. Although there was all sorts of toys on the floor that made the room look more lived in. There was also Uee; the little blue animal sleeping on the bed. PaRappa wasn’t sure how friendly Uee was, so he did not explore the room outside of the threshold.

The next room he discovered was the bathroom. It didn’t interest PaRappa much. It was pretty standard with the inclusion of a shower. He was glad he didn’t have to ask where it was now. He had been afraid that his father believed he still had all his memories. To avoid disappointing his father, PaRappa decided not to mention it.

He closed the door and headed for the last room on the second floor. He opened it a creek to find a glimmer of what he knew was his room. He looked away for a second keeping a secret to himself for the moment. Last chance to guess what it looks like. He swung open the door. The room was crowded with things and clothes. The only space not covered was random patches across the room, and an obvious path that went straight to the television, bed and desk. I guess that’s my active spots.

Approaching his television he noticed his consoles: a playstation 2. Accompanying the playstation 2 was its brother playstaion the first. PaRappa noted in his mind that they looked rather different compared to each other. The Playstation 2 was an inch tall and a half tall and took up as much floorspace as 2 paperback books. The coloration of the P2 was an edgy black as if the console could hide in the dusty depth of a TV stand. Playstation the first was a light gray and took up half the amount of the Playstation 2. A person in modern times could easily mistake it for a dvd player as the first thing anyone looks at on that console is the obvious disk tray.  

PaRappa looked over to his games that he owned. They looked like they used to be in a stack, but now the many black cases had fallen over. Looking at one of the few smaller ones he had he found a game called ‘Vib ribbon’. Looking over at the bigger game cases he picked up a game titled ‘Final Fantasy X-2’. I wonder how long I’ve played this? He asked himself this because just looking at the case made him feel he as if he was ready to begin something very long.  

PaRappa put the game down, as they were making him feel tired, and he wasn’t exactly ready to sleep yet.

There was still more room to explore. Walking around his bed, which was in fact made of wood carved in the shape of bones, he followed his path to his desk. There at his very own desk he sat down and looked over the paper stacks. On these endless sheets PaRappa saw that they had writing on them. My thoughts of the past? He picked up a paper and read it in his head.

It’s easy to see what’s on the outside
People don’t have time to to recognize
That people have things going on inside
Things that brew anger things that can hide
Things that can only heal with a spy
Stuff that makes anything hard to try
A lack that’s so contagious, I might as well cry

It took a moment for PaRappa to remember that he was a rapping dog. It sort’ve made him worried that somebody out there was upset at him for being away from this desk so long.

He noticed a folded paper taped to his mirror. It caught his eye due to a yellow sticky note attached to it saying ‘finish for Sunny’. He took the note off the mirror and opened it.

Maybe one day, we won’t have to theorize what space has in store,
We would not have to guess lies
We’d know so much more,
Comets, stars, galaxies ahead,
Sometimes I feel so small asleep in my bed.

Below the lyrics was another line, but it had been erased and written over very many times. PaRappa had a vague memory of the way the desk shook if he erased too hard. He pushed the chair back to lean on it in a way that kept his knees from hitting the desk. A sense of something heavy engulfed him like being deep underwater. The amount of time he had spent there was revealing itself to him. He did not recall all that he had done there, but just sitting in this place made his mind prepare to set sail for rhymes.

Rhyming at the moment sounded tiring, so the rapping dog got up out of his chair and met his bed again. It smelled like a more concentrated version of the rest of the room. PaRappa assumed it was his own smell that he could now recognise due to him smelling like a HaHa as of recent. Everyone knows that you can’t really smell yourself because you are so used to it, but PaRappa was not used to being himself.

He softly lulled into sleep.
A nice one he had not acquired in a long time.