Post by KITAMI HONSHOU on Feb 4, 2013 3:02:00 GMT -5
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[style=width: 416px; background-color: #b1b198; margin-top: -3px; color: #212121; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;] words:: 627 ♠ tagged:: ANYBODY ♠ notes :: Which ice cream you like? [/style][style=font-family: courier new; letter-spacing: 4px; font-size: 10; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase;] template by synchronicity[/style]
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Namimori's great mall opened something like sixty years ago and was already rumored to be hosting the Mafia - but people never seemed to care, not the least bit - not even the merchants and shop owners in the building itself. It was a great center for shopping, just the place for a high-schooler with a wishlist to come to on an early break. Today ended surprisingly quickly, the chief announcing a small break for some reason from school thus allowing all middle and high students to go home by 10 AM. This even started as a completely ordinary day too, but after the announcement how could one hold back from being so carefree? To top it off, even club activities were all canceled, allowing even more freedom. There was one club captain though that could not really rest, not yet; there were many things to get, not only for himself. "... I have to get stickers too, then some mask examples... How the hell do they expect me to carry all that? Oh yeah, mom wanted me to shop for groceries too..." Checking his touch-based phone, Kitami browsed into a draft note he wrote before leaving his home this afternoon, looking at the list of things he had to get. His left hand held some blue bag that was pretty thick, yet still transparent enough to show white and green in an unclear - or rather, random - pattern. Those were the new shirts he bought for the soccer club, a design made by all of them together bought using collected money from part-time jobs and victorious games (would anybody rat on them, it's bye-bye soccer until graduation). He strolled down the mall's second floor in search for a shop that perhaps could provide him the masks he was looking for - assuming the stickers he seeks might be in the same shop. But unfortunately, things never really go that easy, and after scanning through the entirety of the 2nd floor he found nothing that might be of use. The market was on the bottom floor before the parking one too, meaning he had to move to a different level anyway. He sighed, then feeling a little hungry. Luckily not only money from other people did he bring, but a little of his own expenses too for a case like this exactly. 10,000 Yen was more than enough to get by through today and leave with spare. Kitami once more checked his phone, this time taking but a peek and quickly putting it back in his jeans' pocket. "(It's already this late? Well, I'm hungry anyway... What could possibly--) Ow!..." In his mind drifting in thoughts, Kitami had missed the figure approaching him, not stepping out of the way - and the other most likely the same. From the impact of their bodies meeting and the sudden surprise, Kitami lost his balance and fell down on his bottom - then the back, feeling the full force of his weight concentrated in one, painful spot. Straightening himself and standing up, he rubbed his lower back in pain as his expression clearly showed that was not a pleasant way of saying hello. Quickly enough, though, the boy snapped out of it and turned to the other, considering that fall only his fault. "Ah, I'm sorry! I drifted a little... Ahaha." An embarrassed, rather awkward laugh following a slightly stressed apology, all accompanying a bow of natural respect and a silly smile. Kitami knew his manners. Full-heartedly, he was prepared for whatever the other person had in store - even if they chose to ignore the impact and carry on. What he was not aware of though, was the green ring hanging from his necklace - now exposed, after falling and bowing. [/style] |