#aquaphilist

[rei--ryuugazaki]

[ MSG ] It must have when I had my head underwater that they closed. Please help. You're the only one I asked so far, because I trust you to keep this private.

[text] Which onsen are you at Haruka-senpai? I could attempt to call the manager to unlock the doors for you. Of course, I won't tell a soul I promise.

[rei--ryuugazaki]

[ MSG ] I got locked in because I was at an onsen after closing time...

[text] Haruka-senpai...why on earth were you there after closing time?

[oyogunatsuin-blog]

aquaphilist

     mumbling stuff to himself in english from the phrasebook his nose is buried in. smacks right into the back of haru... really should have paid more attention.

[kxrouji-blog]

aquaphilist:

      He just wanted to leave the restaurant, and grab his umbrella from where he had left it as he entered it, but………. it was gone. Someone had stolen his umbrella. That was something that he knew happened frequently, but it never happened to him, and now that it was pouring outside, it did. He liked water, he really did. He had his school bag on him, though, and it would be drenched if he stepped outside. He sighed, and turned just to look into a familiar face.

      This was the boy he slept on in the railway. Since there wasn’t a single umbrella left anymore, he apparently had the same problem he did. He blinked. It seemed that they’d been destined to meet again. No one else was left in the restaurant except the cook, the waiters, and them. So a conversation would be inevitable.

        “Hello.” He said flatly, and glanced around. The small talk wouldn’t have to continue much longer, since one of the waiters came and handed them an umbrella. “This is the last one we have, I’m sorry!!” They said, and Haru nodded politely, taking it. It was only a few seconds later that he realized that it had been rude to immediately claim it, and his eyes were back on the boy. “Would you like to walk with me?”

 If it weren't for the rain, Kyouya would never have made the detour into the restaurant. This morning he ran a bit late, which left him unable to read the morning newspaper. A simple mistake that Kyouya found to be drastic. Takeru had been absent from school as well, which made this all the more unpleasant. The possibility of not being able to see him sick is disheartening. This would be a rare time where he could see him crying, whining, and begging for help. The only upside to this is he finished his homework early. After ordering another cup of tea, his phone begins to vibrate. He reaches for it in his bag and reads the e-mail that he received. It is from Kamiya, informing him that Takeru isn't feeling too good and he should stop by. A hefty sigh exits, causing the waitress who brought the tea to shrink back. Kyouya decides he can't hide out in here any longer, he'll have to make the long and horrid journey to Takeru's place, rain or shine. Kyouya finishes off his tea, retrieves his stuff, and heads to the exit. That is when he sees the face of the Kappa. He isn't sure how to respond to the hello; part of him wishes they never made eye contact. A staff member's voice catches his attention and he sees the offered umbrella. It would make the trip to Takeru's bearable--however, the Kappa stench is already lingering in his nose.

"Looks like I don't have a choice," he mutters to himself and moves to the exit. As he reaches the door, he looks over to the Kappa and narrows his eyes. "Are you coming or not? I have to head up to a friend's place. Where are you headed?"