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sweetpinkpixie · 12-18-2022, 11:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose

Sitting on the Bench between Madam Malkin's and Flourish and Blotts was Yumeki Kawatani. Hair as long as it had been in some time and draped over his face as it tilted downward and his arms wrapped around two bags stacked on top of each other. He had just finished some of his school shopping to get the books necessary for his 6th Term and was picking up his School Robes as well as other garments for his Mother from Madam Malkin's. There was still so much more to do today, but if he got it all done in one day that would leave him more time to do what he wanted. Yumeki had never been awarded so much freedom during the summer. What would Sensei be doing with himself if he couldn't help instruct him over summer at school in Japan. Ah well, I'm sure he would make do. It wasn't like Yumeki was shirking on his training even with all his freedom. He liked the Kendo Training, time would tell how he'd take to the added Dueling Training when that time came. All this thinking was keeping him awake. So the soon-to-be 6th Year put his attention directly across the street and stared at the stone wall of another shop until he got so bored he'd just conk right out.

Yumeki-sempai was not the only one with elongated hair and Mitsuki had never anticipated that she would be the sort to grow her hair out to any length beyond her chin. Something in the air had inspired her to permit it to do so and having longer hair certainly helped with any and all involuntary sensory reactions one might have so something nuzzling your neck. Which was not entirely the case at the moment, though she did don a handmade necklace fashioned out of pinecones and acorns she had collected whole following a kappa through the forest surrounding Himitsumahou. The pinecone she had actually done a fair bit with in which she had covered it with some UV resin and sliced disks from it several times to create pendants which hung in a neat row with an acorn in between. It was quite the chunky piece, but she found the gentle clicking and tinking sound as she walked to be rather pleasant.

Her black knee socks with white stars pulled up in perfect harmony just below the kneecap of each knee, she fished something from the pocket of her dark maroon midthigh shorts and began counting them in the palm of her hand while her index finger turned each in a counterclockwise rotation. Gasping as one, another acorn, tumbled out and bounced along the cobbled street only to gracefully roll to a stop just a few steps before a very familiar face looking quite adamantly at the stone wall. Foregoing the retrieval of the acorn for now, Mitsuki simply strolled up along side Yumeki-sempai and joined him in his staring.

Whatever he had spotted etched into and clinging to the opposite wall was clearly important.

12-18-2022, 11:30 PM	#13 (permalink)
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