¸.•´ ♥ Chuu~ ♥ `•.¸

[txt] heyyyyy, Shigino-san! [txt] I was wondering if you were busy this afternoon? [txt] I was thinking it would be a good day to try out those hot springs!

What a lovely surprise! Especially as some time after their first parting, Kisumi had finally clocked onto how strange his requests might have seemed, not holding his breath for much of a follow up.

[text] miu chan! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ how are you?

[text] that sounds great, i’ll come and pick you up right away!

Ten minutes later

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"Ah…?"

[Eyes lifted to the stranger with a hint of confusion. After a moment she returned the bright smile. A hand came up to touch the flowers.]

This was it. She had to admit it now, that she was well and truly lost with no hope of ever finding her way back on her own. By now she wasn’t even so sure she was still in Sector 001 anymore (she was). It was obvious by the look on her face that she was wearied and frustrated as she approached the closest person she could find.

"Um, excuse me, but how can I get to District Alpha?"

“District Alpha huh, sure , that’s the district right next to mine.”

“…whatever you want to do, I’m fine with,” he said after a moment of thought with a faint shrug of his shoulders. As soon as Kisumi had worn himself out he could politely excuse himself without further worry. 

Killing many birds with one stone, in an area where they could both have fun while being a stone’s throw away from something to eat when they got hungry; which for Kisumi, was fairly often especially when anything sweet was involved.

Trying his hardest to shoulder Mako’s vexingly obvious disinterest, he motioned for the other to follow him into the festive mob. 

“I'm pretty sure they were somewhere arou--Ah, over there!”

Excitement laced his words at the sight of the rows of vendors, each serving a different multitude of treats and with games ranging from shooting targets to fishing goldfish out of tiny ponds. 

It kind of wasn’t.

As soon as he felt something on his head he jumped nearly a foot off the ground. Turning to see if was simply the pink haired boy, Makoto forced himself to relax, although it didn’t work as well as it might otherwise have.

Taking a few steps back, Kisumi took a moment to admire his handiwork from afar, having devoted quite a bit of his (lacking) artistic efforts into the creation of the crowns for both of them. They weren't perfect, but they were good enough.

The fact Makoto occasionally exuded vibes of tension, was simply rendered down to possible embarrassment for the heated couch session a few weeks prior. Personally, it caused him no discomfort but--he was far from being the shy soul his friend was.

“Well, there’s a maze that offers free ice cream if you can get out”