“Yeah yeah, it’s me.” He sighed, bringing an arm up to his forehead to shield himself from the onslaught of sunlight that would come with opening up the back door ( only momentarily of course, the action will help his eyes adjust to the change better ).
His jacket which is normally zipped up half way at least, was fully undone from the heat, and in his free hand he held two water bottles- one for him, and one for her ( one with slightly less water too since he’d already broken into his ).
Ah yes, something she probably hadn’t thought of- the heat.
To be honest, he didn’t particularly mind playing this game with her but.. why did it have to be on such a hot day?
But this game… ‘suikaware’ he thinks she called it, he’d never even heard of such a thing. It’d be rather hard to try to play in the countryside tucked away from the ocean, and even if he could it’s not like his dad would ever let him… ‘You’d waste food’ is what he’d say, or something along those lines. The city really was weirder than he’d initially thought, even with how cool he thought it would be to go.
It’s not like he was alone to get through the city either though. All the others, her especially had helped him through out this time. She’d slowed down and helped him get re accustomed to life after… that, and life in the city in general. In a way, she was more than just a friend in that regard, she was his guide, or maybe even a mentor ( no… he wouldn’t go that far. it is oba-san after all ).
Eh, but… now really wasn’t the time to be getting all sentimental was it?
Kneeling down, he set the bottles down where they wouldn’t get knocked down, raising an arm to fan himself to prevent from overheating before making the rest of the way to her. Peering over her shoulder to try to get a look at the watermelons.
“So uh… how exactly do you play this again?”
rolled up sleeves are showcased on the idol’s body, and although the usual side ponytail decorates her bright orange hair, she contemplates about turning it into a full-out ponytail, scrunchie bunching up those strands out of her face. ( well, most of them, if it weren’t for those bangs that never seem to want to be tied back. ) her shorts are something she’s comfortable with, and she wears flip-flops instead of her red sneakers.
right now, she didn’t care if she looked a little weird, or different, or anything other than what others saw on tv or on billboards. right now, slightly coated in sweat and slightly tired from hauling all those watermelons to the backyard, was only going to be here for this moment, and she intended to live in it! she can’t miss an opportunity to spend time with hibiya, can she?
she finally pulls the side ponytail loose, only to bunch it all up again, getting ready for that ponytail she thought of. ` ah, water? that was a good idea! ` she says this with the scrunchie in her mouth, words muffled by the red fabric.
` we might need a little more after a few rounds, but we’ll refill them! ` her words are more comprehensive now that the scrunchie was back in her hair, and she gives the boy a thumbs up. a seal of approval, if you will.
encouragement was something momo had always vocalized, on and off stage without so much as a single second of hesitation. and she meant every word she said, whether it was directed to someone she had just met or her friends in the dan. for what could roll out of her tongue with ease, even when it took a while to formulate such sentences?
and so when hibiya asked about this game, about a game she hasn’t had an opportunity to play with friends, she beams. oh, how that smile could outshine the shooting stars, the moon, the sun!
` easy! ` she picks up the nearby stick, holding it with both hands in a not-so-careful manner…but, it was more or less safe in a way. only momo could reach such a gray area. ` i’ll blindfold you, spin you three times, and then tell you where the watermelon is! i’ll say ‘right’ or ‘left’, and you just have to follow! when i say go for it ‒ `
she slams the stick down for demonstration, using a substantial amount of force despite splitting apart just the air in front of her. she almost falls out of her flip-flips, almost loses her balance, but the idol’s slipped up before, and she’s learned from her mistakes!
` you strike down with all you’ve got and hope you’ve split open the watermelon! ` she grins back at him, wiping away a blanket of sweat from her forehead. ` got it? `
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