#larcheson

On Valentine’s Day you open your door to find a bundle of wrapped pink roses with a card addressed to you! The card reads:

TO: Rin Tohsaka 

FROM: Noé Archiviste

      CAFES WERE ABUNDANT WITHIN THE CITY itself, scattered across every sector where one could find it plausible to squeeze for customers to partake. ah, but it was one in particular which caught her gaze within the cultural sector in her stroll. a sign, in particular, that had the two words tarte tatin scrawled elegantly across in chalk. common indeed, though not the primary focus of where golden hues peer briefly in recognition of a familiar man at the serving counter, one she had crossed paths with many times before.

      contemplating briefly, it is only a second of thought before she steps through the door itself. and, without hesitation, does she step beside him whilst slipping this city’s currency across the counter in order to pay for the delicacies which he had his eye on.

Now that he got his skateboard back it’s a very common thing to see Roxas around the city just skateboarding by and simply trying to do what he can to enjoy himself. He always did enjoy it, would like to think that he’s good at it because he’s a natural and not something he apparently comes to inherit because of somebody else. Skateboarding’s a distraction for him. It makes him feel good, how he could easily ride the board over four small wheels smoothly, every little stunt he does with such simplicity. 

         She doesn't bother to knock, only goes inside and searches every aisle of shelves until she comes across him being situated onto the ground, dust pan in his hands as he does whatever with it. Cleaning up this place seemed like it'd be a waste to her, but another man's trash is one's treasure as they always say. ❝ You, ❞ she sighs.

         ❝ Remember when I told you that people die on Halloween? ❞

         ❝ My word, I didn’t really expect rain today. Seems like almost everyone is in for a shower even if they don’t want one. ❞