Feb 8, 2019
@kosaju - s.c.
“These flowers are beautiful!” He looked at the Sakura trees of the cotes ward with a warm smile. “This place is so foreign but alluring at the same time.” He rested his hands on his hips as he walked.
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@kosaju - s.c.
“These flowers are beautiful!” He looked at the Sakura trees of the cotes ward with a warm smile. “This place is so foreign but alluring at the same time.” He rested his hands on his hips as he walked.
❰ ♥ @kosaju┋SC ❱
⊰ ♛ ⊱ — ❛ Having to be stuck wearing an outfit like this... ❜ A sigh of frustration found themselves escaping past her lips, her cheeks slowly becoming a bright shade of red, however. She was embarrassed to admit it but she wasn’t too comfortable with the ‘school uniform’ that she was wearing, she loved the dress that she used to wore in her home.
While she cannot argue that It didn’t do it job on keeping her covered up, it felt odd to have to be treated as not a ‘royal’ anymore. Snow told her to act just like some ordinary person while she --- Wait, there’s little point in trying to act like some ordinary person now, right? She wasn’t in the White World so what was the point? ( Ahh, but It isn’t like she can start acting like a queen in this place when she has little idea If anybody would listen to her orders. )
❛ I need something else to wear. ❜
@kosaju
She sits in the stands, watching some of the less-EXTREME players toss and whack a ball back and forth across a net. She’s rapt, eyes following the ball’s course each time it gets hit. She shifts in her seat, eager to join in the festivities and games. For once in her life, she’s patient - she waits until the game ends, and keeps a close eye on the athletes who leave and those who stay. A couple linger for a few moments, and as one starts to walk away, she stands and approaches them. “That sport you were playing - is that the one people have been calling volleyball?” She could see where the name came from, at the very least. She rubs the back of her neck, not entirely excited that she has to ask for information, but willing to do so nonetheless. “How...does one play it? I was watching, but aside from hitting the ball very hard back and forth, I cannot figure the rest out.”
If it was really that simple, she’d kick her own ass. Very hard.