touketsu: (π—¦π—΅π—Άπ—Ώπ—Όπ˜‚: sweet-water)
π—¦π—΅π—Άπ—Ώπ—Όπ˜‚ π—™π˜‚π—―π˜‚π—Έπ—Ά ❄ (εœŸιƒŽ 吹ι›ͺ) ([personal profile] touketsu) wrote in [community profile] applenet 2017-08-16 09:14 pm (UTC)

I'll be waiting.

[And, making good on his promise, Fubuki will head to the school with about half an hour to spare. Plenty of time to do some stretches and to warm up, shoes getting a feel for the track. It never fails to surprise him how different it feels now that he has his memories back. He was much more used to cleats on a soccer pitch. But this would do just as well. It didn't matter the surface, after all. So long as he could be like the wind.

When Guts arrived, he seemed to be in good spirits, even waving his hand and smiling amiably at the older man.]


You took your time.

[...of course, that friendly smile can't hide what a brat he can be, though it wouldn't take a discerning ear to pick up the friendly tone of the jab.

He carefully unhooks a pair of sunglasses from the collar of his shirt and sets them aside in the grass next to the water bottle he'd brought along. If he could, he'd run while wearing them, but sunglasses weren't like a scarf. They were fragile and demanded being treated with more care. From the sidelines...they'd still serve their purpose.]


I'm all warmed up already.

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