#ambiter

          Hinata was a hungry boy—he was always hungry, but today, he felt that he didn’t eat anything. All he remembered eating was a few crackers, and that wasn’t healthy for the sports boy. He needed to maintain a diet if he wanted to keep all the muscle in him. At least he made up for whatever he didn’t eat with exercise. Ever since coming to Koi, he had to tend to himself, his mother giving him “allowance” to make sure he affords what he needs. Soon, he’ll get a job, soon…

          But that job will have to wait. He passed out his resumes for the day, and looked around for any signs of food. And then it hit him. 

There was a certain restaurant that was offering a free meal for anyone who could complete the eating challenge. Only problem was, he needed someone else to participate, as it was for a party of two.

@ambiter

Ib had been wandering the inner city for awhile now, she had gotten lost trying to find her way to a special place she heard a bit about, today Ib had her rose, of course, and the sketch book she was gifted upon arrival. Though unlike normal Ib had a bit of a smile on her face, she heard a rumor about a place in the inner city called Benjo, it was supposed to have arts and crafts supplies there, maybe Ib could find something useful there. There was other things in the store as well like making a bear and dols too right? Maybe she would pick up something up for her roommate as a present. After awhile Ib found the store and went inside looking around she saw several things, there were several stations around the hop and several people walking around looking.

As Ib glanced over the arts and crafts material it wasn’t until her eyes laid upon a mannequin head sitting on a shelf, she looked at it for only half a second before her body gave an odd natural reaction. Ib’s legs tried to throw her back making her trip over her own feet and fall onto the ground a thud sounding through the store followed by a scream in fear. It was odd really Ib had never been scared of them before, but ever since she visited that museum shed had been frightened by certain things, mannequin heads happened to be one of them. Ib curled up there on the floor holding the sketchbook up in front of her eyes to block her view, Ib had never reacted this way before, even she didn’t understand why she was scared, but she knew she was. Ib wanted to get up, she wanted to move, but it was just like her nightmares she was frozen, silently begging for someone to save her, only to know that no one could hear her...or that’s what she thought.

(allen, talking thu a mouth full of cake) what

It wasn’t every day that Haruhi had been lucky with the sales. Normally she just went shopping at the mart that was closest to her apartment; the brunette already knew the layout and the name of the two workers that were normally working. But when she overheard some passerbys talking about a pretty nice sale, she knew that she couldn’t resist. 

Haruhi had been in glee as she bought the stuff she needed, plus some additional stuff. The walk back was going to be fun with all the bags, but she had done it before. There was no need for her to worry. She was talented enough to do this.

She had been on her way back to her apartment when something felt off to her. It couldn’t have been her bags, rustling with the sound of plastic. No, that was just her paranoia. But then Haruhi paused in her step as she heard a slight thud and... rolling? Glancing over her shoulder, she saw what had been confirmed as her worst fear and that her juice had broken through the bag and brought the bag’s various fruits down with it. She sighed as she stepped back towards the spot.

@ambiter

            Although meatbuns were mainly a winter treat, Hinata liked them in the spring, too. They were still surprisingly warm, and he had a whole bag full. What was he going to do with all twenty-four? He had no idea, other than to scarf them down, of course!

             That was his plan. Munch on one when he felt hungry. He was going to hold back until he got to the beach, but he couldn’t help it. His plan was to have a picnic by himself on the beach with the delicious meatbuns he got.

              So far, two were devoured in an instant. He continued to count how many were leftover in the bag. It didn’t take long for him to make it to the beach, surprisingly. Perhaps it’s because he’s used to running this direction every day. Gotta get that exercise in and all, since his goal is to be a professional volleyball player.

               But what he didn’t expect when he arrived at the beach was to see a familiar face. He could spot that white hair anywhere. And was that… a fishing rod?

               Who would fish at the beach? Was that even legal in Koi? Whatever, forget the small details.

              ❛ Wracker-san! ❜ okay, that was a mixture of cracker and whacker, but close enough. One day he’ll get it right. Maybe he should just stick to Allen, but he wasn’t sure if they were considered friends or not.