♚. untouched affection -- ; karuta/watanuki. )
Wrapped up tight a few times over to be sure, the pink translucent ribbon once worn in her hair now topped the heart-shaped box of chocolates to keep them nice and safe. The bow had been tied identical to the one trapped in a ponytail at the side of her head, now only able to use one for obvious reasons. Her trek to the train station's platform was a hurried one, the atavist too caught up in her heaven of sweets to notice that the time was nearing the end of school-- which marked the moment that Karuta would meet with Watanuki in order for them to partake on their adventure ahead-- and ended up rushing out the door once all twelve chocolates were packaged and secure.
No heavy coat, just the thick yellow sweater still painted with cocoa powder and pink icing; if the girl had paid more attention to the weather, maybe she would have noted that a second coat was necessary for the upcoming snow fall predicted that night. It wouldn't matter though, would it? Watanuki was enough company to keep her warm should she grow cold.
Pink ringlets bouncing as she ran and skipped down the streets, Karuta was finally able to make it to the station in time for their rendezvous. Hair still tied up messily, light brown dust streaks in her hair and on her cheeks; anyone first approaching the girl would call her a mess, one that shouldn't dare go outside or she'd be bombarded with strange looks and scoffs from the people around her. None of that ever bothered her, though; the only fact that mattered to her now was that Watanuki's chocolates were kept safe in the mess-free box of perfectly-wrapped sweets. So long as they were kept perfect for him, she would be happy.
But that wasn't all that would bring a smile to her face. Just as the train rolled into the station, the hurried footsteps of the blonde she had waited for came fast up the ramps. A simple tilt of her head in his direction let soft eyes fall on his face as he approached, breatheless and bundled up warm for the afternoon ahead. Of course, he would think of everything. He was always good at that.
"Watanuki." Box held securely in one hand, the pinkette extended her other to reach for the warm hold of his own.
