@blvckblvr || SPRINGTIDE FESTIVAL STARTERS 1/3
The beginning of Spring in itself was never a favorable time. A new addition of change within the city, bringing forth silent worries and an undying need to investigate further, hardly helped. Anger doubled and curiosities tripled; it’s not long before he finds himself on a frantic race around every section of the city, skulking in the safety of bushes and trees until confirmations towards every possible event being one of good intents could be made.
For now, he’s currently found himself getting involved in a competition of sorts. The talent in question was one entirely foreign, nevertheless, he pursues in the art of “latte”, crafting incredibly poor and misshapen foamy images of foreign flowers.
A third attempt has him leaning back in his seat, arms crossed and brows knitted tight. He’s long since made the assumption that, this TOO, was nothing more than a celebratory event for the arrival of Spring. So... Why was he still here?
It’s in his blood to be competitive. No matter the prize, merely winning in itself was enough to satiate a pride-fueled drive. But persistence can only will him through this for so long. He’s finding himself more enthralled through people-watching than anything else... Except when said people watching catches the attention of a familiar face.
“ EGADS - of all others, why is this mockery here as well...? ”