Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Dec 18, 2011 5:42:05 GMT -6
OC: I might have enjoyed making this a little too much.
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This happened on May 4th, Sunday, on 3:13 pm.
If you'd like to join, and you think your character has a feasible excuse to be here, please contact AL (Whammy) or me.
This happened on May 4th, Sunday, on 3:13 pm.
Is this it?
It was a bakery; and he had been looking for a bakery. An establishment that sold bread and pastry, overlooking a park. That was Furukawa-senpai's home, her place, at least from how he remembered it, how it had been described to him. He wasn't sure who had told him about it, maybe one of the Akasakas (probably in one of their half-joking sessions), but he was sure in the veracity of the directions. (After all, the two would probably be happier to find the Mizukami and the Furukawa interact in the latter's turf. Even if they weren't here now.)
He had known the location for quite a while, and of course he had been tempted to visit it, but in the same vein from which his urges came from, doubts also sprouted. And so it would be his first time to approach the house of the person he liked; quite the momentous occasion.
The gift... well, he meant it to be a gift, the plushie of the meatball character that she liked, that he had won in that crane game in the hot springs... he carried it now in his hand, concealed in a cloth bag, and it was the only thing with him; it gave him a bit of courage. There was also the message that he wanted to bring to her, that he had reached a decision, and that spurned him on.
He had originally decided to approach her in the club room, like he did before, when classes started. There really was not much difference between telling her here and telling her there (though of course he would be a great deal more embarrassed with the former), except for when she would know the news.
There were even chances that his upperclasswoman would not be present; perhaps she would be out and he would only come across her parents, or if in the drama club's place, his upperclassmen, who he had slightly investigated about. But the idea of visiting her had taken root in his mind, like a plant in a hurry to grow, and its development overthrew his apprehensions.
He reflected on the message that he would be delivering; that he would be joining the club, the organization that she was attempting to resuscitate. He had thought about it a great deal, too; he had decided to gamble, to try. Perhaps there would be a limit to the good things one can reap with certain ulterior intentions... he had promised to himself that if his selfish presence beside her became an obstacle, then he would remove himself. But he had to try, even for a while, just once. And so he prepared to take the plunge.
The place was quaint; glass doors barred the entry of the body, but not of the sight, and showed different edible goods, some the likes of which Ayumu recognized, and some which he was not entirely sure of; perhaps those were specialties, or something. Neatly they were arrayed, and he spied a little farther the register, and something that seemed to be a passage to the inside, to the more private parts of the establishment, he assumed.
Belatedly he noticed that the doors were not exactly closed; gingerly he rapped at the panes, but failed to produce a good enough noise, much to his chagrin. Perhaps it required more from him... and while he was sure of the directions, he might have been mistaken in following them, so this might not be the right place... his heart pounded at the possibilities, both good and bad. He guessed he should announce himself more audibly.
"Hello?"
"Anyone home?"