Summer Memories
>> @bellxna
The funny thing about invitations was that sometimes, just sometimes, they got into the hands of those that nobody expected for them to. Perhaps they had been sent on an off chance. Perhaps they had been sent because even if they didn’t stay, they had at least been a part of it once. Amongst the ranks who had joined Beacon. For studies, for a future.
Fuko took another glance over the card in his hand. The writing on it an elegant script that had been printed on hundreds of other ones just like it. Except this one… This one had his name. He rubbed the side of his jaw with the back of his other hand, along stubble skin and scar tissue alike. “Why did we even attend this?” He wondered to himself. An elbow in his side answered him as Moko slipped besides him. “It don’t matter. We’re here, so we might as well say hello.” Her eyes were sweeping along the mass of bodies however. So changed and unchanged by the time that has passed.
There was a classmate they had once shared a class with. There was the one who had been a part of the team that was across the hallway from their own dorm. There was… There was Blake. Moko stopped for a moment. A passing look within her eyes before she tapped her brother on the arm. Fuko barely gave a nod before she was off, sliding almost soundlessly through the people.
“I was going to return the one you left with me, you know. But if you ain’t using them, I guess that it’s just as well I left the bow at home?”
