ɪ’ᴍ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ.

She had been a little surprised, watching the scene before her, but she was intrigued by it. Tsubasa couldn’t recall ever seeing an ability like that. Curious, she crept forward, hoping to inspect the flower without disturbing the person who’d created it and was now using it as a cushion or mattress. 

She froze, however, when his eyes opened. “Ah,” she spoke, cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. Of course, she should have realized her shadow would have been noticeable. Well, there was no going back now.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she began honestly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was just curious…I’d never seen an ability like yours before, so I thought I’d get a closer look.” She laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her neck. He had looked like he was about to go to sleep though, so she couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“Were you about to take a nap?”

  removing his sleeve from his mouth, a sincere smile took form. selfish flower often received attention, either for its beauty or fascinating aspects, but it never failed to cease sadamatsu’s glee. curiously, he angled his head at her words before remembering: he was about to nap. saying yes meant that the girl would leave him alone — so he shook his head, not wanting to lose this opportunity.

❝ no, i was.. resting. ❞ he nodded in affirmation, whether it was for her or himself. picking up on her nervousness, sadamatsu reached into his sleeve and pulled a flower, holding it out to the girl. ❝ ..skullcaps are good for relieving stress, and some tea may help too. ❞  he hoped that there were no mistakes in his speech, after practising and practising on hours end for moments like this. 

What the hell is this.

Altair squishes the bag of milk in her hands, not understanding the purpose of this object. Is it supposed to be a weapon? If so, it’s not a very good one. Nor is this a particularly good training challenge. Standing far above the two men, she looks ahead to the exit. If her PK was working, she would be able to teleport them across without issue.

How annoying.

Altair turns her gaze from the umbrella down to the ice. Ideally, the best way to create traction would be to dig up some dirt and spread it across, but that doesn’t seem to be an option. 

“Additionally,” she pipes up at Akira’s suggestion, “if you squat down like this–” and she demonstrates, spreading her legs out wide and crouching down so that she distributes her weight to her hamstrings, “–it will solidify your center of gravity and make it harder to fall.”

She hates talking. Her syntax is robotic and the stresses on all the wrong syllables, but hopefully she gets her message across.

@phanthief· - @floreting·

  while reaching over to grab his surrogate weapon, sadamatsu mused over the suggestions thrown. by combining the two techniques, travel across the ice didn’t appear as painful as it initially seemed. 

admittedly, he felt a tad bit useless, but refused to let it deter him. tearing his gaze away from the obstacle, eyes travelled down to land on the storage bag, staring; if possible, a lightbulb would've pinged above his head. 

now hoisting the bag up by its straps, he allowed an apprehensive smile come forth. ❝ maybe, we can use the bag as a grips for our feet..? it might.. help with easy sailing, ❞ to demonstrate, sadamatsu unzipped the bag and stepped through the opening, mimicking altair’s previous display, ❝ and… the umbrella can act as an oar? like a boat.. ♪ ❞

  even with the absence of his flowers, sadamatsu’s airy aura never faltered; because he had two companions to accompany him instead. while dying in the labyrinth isn’t ideal (or dying in general), at the very least, he wasn’t alone. 

teetering happily through the corridors, arms previously resting by his side began to sway with each bounce in his step. assuming the role of team leader must have been a mistake, seeing as his teammates appeared far suitable for the position rather than him — but nonetheless, he’ll comply and promise them freedom. 

traversing carefully around the next corner, the sudden loss of footing allowed a monotonous yelp to escape from his mouth, losing grip on the storage bag which flew not too far from his ungraceful fall.

  ❝ some tea.. may help you relax, ❞ fingers curling around the cup, eyes twinkled in anticipation as he continued, ❝ and.. flowers, too, can relieve tension. ❞ 

  pulling out the scissors tucked within his haori, one snip at the air was all it took for petals to conjure beneath his feet, spiralling together to unify as a large pink flower. a small smile graced sadamatsu’s lips; at the very least, he retained selfish flower — because without it, then he would truly be alone in this world.

falling back almost comically, the manifested flower acted as a mattress for the young man. all he desired now was a nap. however, as eyelids began flitting to a shut, a shadow blocked out the light, provoking them to open again to only lock with lurid, red irises. 

…a person? did someone want to talk to him? faint expectations caused his heart to flutter, but sadamatsu decided to not to cling onto hope. propping himself into a sitting position, he faced his new company.

❝ hello… do you need something? ❞

   in any given situation like this, panic was understandable — and initially panic did course through his veins, draining color from his cheeks, but this soon curtailed as simply another abrupt phenomenon. befitting for a peculiar person such as himself, really. 

ah — eyes widened in sudden realization. as faded hues darted the surroundings in a frantic manner, sadamatsu’s fear became evident: he’s alone. of course... the chances of his friends being here was near zilch, yet he should’ve foreseen this prospect. obscuring a frown behind his sleeve, lids fluttered to a gentle close, returning the darkness he grew familiar with. he would just have to be patient, as always. since he was no longer in the flower-arranging’s clubroom... perhaps he should practice saying ‘hello’ instead?

because, eventually, someone will come by... right?

❝ —! ❞

❝ Ah. ❞ The florist scissors Sadamatsu carried around was nowhere in sight, instead replaced with an unnecessarily, extra large zipper storage bag. An empty one, at that. At first, he was unsure of its purpose, but revelation finally hit him hard. Unzipping the bag, Sadamatsu slipped through the opening and adjusted himself into a fetal position, laying motionless.

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