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Eyes closed, hand outstretched, he could almost pretend he was back in Canada. 

Rain collided with the ground in a steady, galloping shush, filling the dip in of his palm quickly with each patter of water, muffling all other sound with its hypnotic monotony, like a seashell cupped to the ear whispering with the history of the ocean. The crash of a wave, the curve of a shell; a perfect sequence of numbers could be found throughout the formations of nature, common threads of patterns tying the universe together. Less perfect, less orderly, was the sensitivity of his memory, so sure that this rhythmic downpour was just like the one that knocked incessantly against their living room window years ago; threats of that biting cold fruitless against the warm cocoon of blankets their father had wrapped them in, still dusty with the scent of previous nights in and lingering soup stains; such cold was weak against the mugs of cocoa heating the palms of his hands, muffled by the cheesy canned laughter cracking through their old TV. Eye twitch under closed lids, and he can almost hear Gran-Gran’s laughter crinkling through the silver sheets of water - or maybe it was the shuffle of Katara’s blankets there in repetitive pitter patter, shifting as she reached for another cookie.

Eyes open, blink twice. It didn’t take long for his brow to furrow into a frown, a scoff passing his lips as he flicks the rain of his hand and wiped it roughly on his trousers, as though embarrassed at his own memory. Whatever momentary solace he’d found in the rainfall quickly subsided at the reality of having to walk in it, such an intense annoyance burning behind his glare it was a wonder the rain didn’t evaporate.

“Of course all the water in the world ends up here, right when I need to walk. Just my fucking luck.” An aggravated groan, perhaps a bit louder than necessary, accompanies his muttered complaining as he shrugs his bag off his shoulder, rummaging for his umbrella. Only when he produces it does he notice the other person now under the grand porch with him. Fingers tighten on the handle, shoulders stiffening with a tension that had almost become the norm for him here; he wonders, embarrassed with a bitter reservation, if they heard him complaining - if they heard the foreign commoner curse.

Yet, there seemed to be a similar hesitancy in their demeanour, one he never saw in the kids waiting for their Daddy’s limo to pull up. 

He should get going now. He knows this, opens the umbrella and takes a step forward. If he walks quickly it won’t be so bad.

And yet... “Brilliant weather, huh?”

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         going to be beach in the winter wasn’t an activity he had entertained before . after all , during winter , why not visit wintry slopes or resorts tucked into snow-capped mountains to best observe the season ? though , the activity had been mentioned by everyone’s favorite natural type offhandedly shortly after club activities had come to an end one summer afternoon , and so , the mission to collectively visit the beach during winter break was set . only now , had it been successfully accomplished .

         along with the notion of beach-going during the winter , the notion of swash chasing hadn’t graced his mind either . though , that may have been due to the simple fact that he hadn’t known of the game until now . it’s a simple game . all you had to do is follow the the receding water on the edge of the sea shore and quickly run out of their way before the tides could catch you in their watery grasp . one didn’t even need to spend money to participate ! truly , commoner ingenuity at work !! despite not knowing of the existence of said game until now , it isn’t long before they fall into motions of the game . like a couple of children without a care in the world , they hop , skip , and jump out of the way of the echoes of crashing waves on the sea shore .

          however , the picture of perfect coordination : haruhi fuji.oka is most certainly not . so , their slip and tumble , face first into the sandy shores , shouldn’t have come as a surprise . despite this , his mind still races as he skids to a stop . then , a snort resounds from the sand ! in an instant , his mind makes leaps and bounds to put reasoning for such a sound , however outlandish these conclusions may be . perhaps , they had breathed in sand ! perhaps , that snort had been a swan song ( however uncouth ) before they succumbed to the sand wet sand !! they could be drowning in sand at this very minute !!!

           before he can reach down to try to offer assistance , they turn , and where he had feared finding pain or annoyance in their expression , he finds joy ( bright and unbridled ) shining instead . with eyes shut , laughter spills from their lips . for a moment , he can only stare ; for the longer he looked the more he found . its almost as if their smile held every happy thing they could possibly conjure — the excitement sparked by the news of a flash sale , the complete earnestness that met every situation they deemed worthy of it , the notion of fancy tuna . a breath releases his worries’ grip on his heart , instead it makes way for something more fulfilling . in an instant and entirely without his knowledge , he falls all too fast and all too helplessly into love , into enchantment , into all those happy things in that smile of theirs .

Halloween Meme!

"Come on Haruhi this way!!"

He still wasn't entirely sure how he had managed to get them to agree to going trick or treating with him. Tamaki of course was dressed up in his 100% accurate Tuxedo Mask cosplay, complete with the signature top hat, cape and singular red rose. There of course was a part of him that knew he was far too old to be doing a thing like trick or treating, but he had never gotten the chance before and the tradition sounded like so much fun!

So it was easy enough to ignore the weird looks he was getting from a few adults. He held out his free hand in the hopes that Haruhi might hold it, a little afraid that he might loose them in all of the excitement and crowd. In his other hand happened to be a semi-full bag of various little candies and treats, that he was rather eager to go through.