#sunips 01

“Awawawa....”

As she was passing by, Megumi thought she might as well try a couple boardwalk games. The summer weather put her in a mood to mess around-- or maybe she’s taking too much after her students.

Wait- shouldn’t they be the ones taking after her?!

.... Pathetically, she threw a ball at a stack of milk cans.

..... Even more pathetically, it ricocheted off the cans and under the counter. They didn’t even budge.

“Is it really impossible to win..? But I wanted that bear... It’s not like a teacher like me could be able to buy that with pocket money, even at home...!!”

[fibonacci was floating. or at least, for now it was.]

[the shifting of gravity, from low to high to low again, was something shiroki didn’t really feel too bothered by. at low gravities he could keep himself afloat in the air, and at higher ones he just needed to land. the benefits of being winged - he didn’t need to stay inside and avoid all of this admittedly very funny chaos.]

[the gravity got low enough to lift objects off of the ground, hover them in the air, allow shiroki to glide with relative ease through the lighter skies. and while he typically kept higher during all this, touched down on rooftops if the gravity got to be too much to handle, he couldn’t help but lower himself to assess something he’d come across.]

[there’s a stranger clinging to a streetlamp by a very primate-like tail, gravity just low enough to keep him grounded to the lamp but not to the ground itself. and shiroki, in his amusement, lowers himself down to the mans level, hands in his pockets, a curious look towards the other in his plight.]

...

The city of Spirale was larger than Neopolitan had initially considered; the trip from the Golden Ward to that of Fibonacci had been a long, but interesting excursion. There was so much to see, so much to discover. She wasn’t having fun per se, but was trying to make the most of things. It was all she could do at the moment, she supposed.

For example, here she was now following a man with blond hair and a tail. She had spotted him easily, and certainly thought he looked familiar. She assumed him to be a faunus for sure, given the tail swinging side to side as he moved. Had he been with the White Fang, or perhaps one of the Beacon students? She couldn’t exactly place him just yet, but knew he had to fall into one of two categories.

Oh, well.