(=ↀωↀ=)✧ | Prologue | Closed for Nyakuma
@nyahahakuma
It was a bright, sunny afternoon, which was all aye-okay with the fursuiter. The last thing they wanted was to head out of the school during a downpour and have the bus get stuck somewhere. They decided that the good weather was a sign that this was going to be great trip and that doing a little bit of community service would not only do others well but improve them as a person.
Even if it was tempting to use their free time for their own means.
However they felt about it, it was too late to back out now. When the bell rang Tamago stepped outside, promptly took off their shoes and threw it into their bag, then scampered down the steps and onto the grass to head towards the gates. From the looks of it they were definitely not the first to arrive, and knowing how high schoolers were they probably weren't the last to show up.
Once they arrived at the gate Tamago looked around at those who had beat them there. In the small crowd, someone stood out. No, it wasn’t really someone, but something. A set of black eyes stared back at them and offered a small kitty smile.
That hat… it was so… kyute!!!
It took them a moment to realize that hey, that was a hat, and hats typically don’t exist by themselves. They dropped their starry eyed gaze onto the wearer of said hat and were not in the least disappointed. This person had really cool hair! And cool clothes! And-
Oh, gosh, they were being creepy and staring, weren’t they? There was no fursuit mask to hide their admiration. Everything that was painted on their face could be seen by the whole world.
Quickly, fighting back the small feeling of apprehension that was now building up inside their chest, the young fursuiter took a few steps over to the cute-hat-cool-hair-and-clothes wearer and gave a small wave to hopefully draw their attention.
“Hi! Are you waitin’ for the bus, too?”
