parkercemery
「☁」—» When in an unfamiliar place, there were several things one could do. Explore, try to find a place to stay, mingle with the inhabitants, or even try to cause some trouble. But Karasuma, never one for conflict or participating in anything he didn’t absolutely have to, found most of these options less than appealing. What he did know was that he was confused, and tired, and he wanted to go home. Wherever this place was, and for whatever reason he was here, he wasn’t interested. A heavy feeling was infusing itself in the birdman’s bones, making him want to just sit down and wail out how frustrating this was, when a certain scent made him turn his head. It was warm and buttery, and it made his stomach growl with more than hunger. Dark eyes immediately set to searching, and within a few moments, Karasuma had found the source of the scent. A stand selling some sort of... fried bread(?) drenched in melted butter and powdery sugar. Really, it looked like heaven, and it was just what he needed.
A few minutes later, Karasuma had spent almost all of the little money he’d arrived with, and had a hot, steamy, melty... thing in hand. It was almost enough to lift his spirits, and he lifted it closer to his face, ready to take a bite... when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. The teenager turned, a half-questioning, half-irritated look on his face as his caught sight of the distraction... Another boy, at least several years older than Karasuma himself, looking his way.
❝ If you want one of these, they’re selling them over there. ❞ If that’s even what the other wanted.