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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose The Importance of Walls was a key contributor to living a happy and healthy life, or didn't you know? They held up roofs. they kept the cold in when it was hot, and the hot in when it was cold. Which meant that the Roof the walls held up were just as important, but that wasn't what held Yumeki's focus at the moment. It was the Stone Wall a few feet in front of him. the grooves, and small bumps, the small speckled dots. He needed to find one thing on this wall and stare at it until he got so bored of it he could grab a quick bit of shut-eye.
The sound of clinking and clacking grew closer. He could hear it but it had no hold on him. At least not until something small fell between his feet. An Acorn? There aren't any Oak Trees in Diagon Alley. His focus now entirely broken Yumeki curiously reached down and picked it up and held it in his palm to inspect it.
In his peripheral vision he spotted her beside him. "Good Morning Mitsuki-chan" Yumeki greeted her on this sunny afternoon time of day. As he turned his gaze over at her, stood up and bowed slightly. Why was she looking at the stone wall as well? Had she found what he was looking for? He leaned up from his bow and looked at her. He took in the features of her face, and then smiled because she had grown her hair out. "Your hair looks really nice when it's long." His eyes then traveled down to her neck and realized where that clacking sound had come from. That was the weirdest looking necklace he had ever seen, but it totally fit her. "Oh! Is this your Acorn?" He held it out toward her. the Acorns that were on her necklace was the dead giveaway that this must've belonged to her. She may have pointed out that in engaging his mind in such a manner as to actively seek out something that was meant to elicit a sense of boredom was a rather counterproductive measure than simply staring at nothing in particular and disengaging, but each person had their own process so who was she to inflict and insist that her own methodology was superior? In any event, if seemed as though whatever it was he had spotted that had so captivated him had been fleeting and his subtle pivot in her direction had the golden rays of the sun dancing through his luscious fluff of hair. The light struck her necklace in such a manner that the warm browns and gold of her pinecone pendants was further accentuated and made the gently clicking and tinking as they collided across her chest all the more ethereal.
It was a bit difficult to ascertain as to whether she the good sort of flips in her stomach for him being awake or the disappointed kind of flips since it was practically a tradition now that she stumble upon him asleep and therefore another page to her sketchbook filled. Quite curious indeed.
"Yumeki-senpai," she smiled a little sheepishly and with a polite bow as well. Her hair had certainly become a topic of conversation recently - or rather a focal point. "Thank you...do you wish to rub your face in it?" It was something Mercer would do from time to time like an adoring feline and with how often Yumeki-senpai enjoyed his sunbathed catnaps it was possible that the older Gryffindor would partake in such things as well. "Oh, yes it is," she nodded while extending her hands towards him, as flat as she could manage. But not without pulling a pinch of salt from the pocket of her skirt and sprinkling it over the ground just in front of the point of her shoes.
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