#tsukk1chan

[crowsguardiandiety]

tsukk1chan I sawamvra I freckledfloatserver I settxr

"So I'm not the only one of us here!"

Finally some familiar faces! And not only where they familiar some were even from his team!

[pioveta-blog]

▶ baby don't dance.

  The first time he'd stepped onto a field with a team, viridian ground shattered by lean sun cross the dirt-dusted blades, a shiver had gone down Yamamoto's back - from the cold, partly. Unexpected chilly weather had stymied his blood, then churned it, inside his collar a streak of heated thunder where his jugular stuttered. Looking back, Yamamoto even still recalls, through the strangely distorted vibrance of childhood, clouds pulling together overhead as bodies fell into position below. He'd been younger, but hadn't acted quite as young, and this had been the beginning of a thousand pictures of his life where he was clothed in white and obstinate prayer.

  Beyond the cold - there lay the crunch of cleats, stiff white, breath invisible but sharp. Beyond the sounds of the game, precious at first because he'd liked his own natural aptitude (and the way his mother always clapped her hands together, so soft and low, at his frame in uniform), there had been the excitement of commanding his own body.

  (The shape and release of tension, no matter what plate he stood on, and the confirmation of what difference he could make if he wound himself up the right way. How - someone would smile if he smiled when he curled both hands around the bat just so, and would laugh like the sound was pouring out of them if he - distracting them, but compelling their focus too - embraced both their victories and losses.)

  Vast coliseum rising above his lean frame, Yamamoto feels an echo of the same chilled flash of excitement as he associates with baseball, with other 'games,' even as he reviews the rumors of this strange new attraction that's been offered to park residents.

  The swordsman glances up, lets the entrance sign creak in a sudden breeze, before he passes even that with a sound of inquisitive bemusement. Must not be many coming to see the events today, if it's so deserted. Perhaps he'll be among a smaller audience than at some of the other entertainment.

  "Yo!" he calls, the usual greeting sliding off his tongue like a drop of water in the admission tunnel's dimness.

  "Hard to see anything in here," murmured, bounces off the walls - echo barely faded when he finally emerges, and has to throw up a hand to readjust to the sudden light.

  Yamamoto laughs nervously - "Ha?" - when he finally realizes where he is: not above the arena, safely shuffled into the pews, but below, in the sand.

  Oh, dear.

tsukk1chan

[freckledfloatserver]

Sweet Sixteen! *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ {Tsukki + Yams}

It was that time of year, the time where the temperatures began to drop and the colors outside began to change to warm hues. That would’ve been the case if they were at home. At the current period, people from all sorts of places were trapped in this gloomy, run downed amusement park with no answers. That wouldn’t stop Yamaguchi from celebrating his best friend’s birthday at top level of what he could manage.

After confirming the safety of the other, they met up every day and hung out like nothing had changed. He felt some sort of pinch of joy retaining some normalcy and still standing by Tsukki’s side. Being by his side was just normal to him, a routine, ever since elementary school when he stopped his bullies, he attached to his side.

Upon waking up, he sent a text summed up with the generic happy birthday wishes and a subtle reminder to meet up with him in front of the Hotel Plaza. After shooting the text, it was time to get to work. Not actual work like with a daily job but the annual birthday cake, which was going to be his beloved strawberry shortcake. Over the years, he acquired the precise skills of making this delight. If there was anything he felt pride in, it was his strawberry shortcake.

With everything in place, he was now rocking on heels with his hands stuffed into pockets with something stowed away. He was eager nevertheless and desired to make this birthday the best one yet; that was his objective every year. Once he saw the man of the day exit out of the building, his expression gleamed  ten folds.

“Tsukki! Good morning!” He greeted, his feet soon taking him to the other. “And happy birthday, again!” He flashed a smile, his eyes concentrating on the features of the taller male.

[tsukiyums]

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✩ Are they adapting well to the situation? Do they hate it here? Are they enjoying themselves? Why or why not?

merci~ this has been answered here!!

☪ Do you predict a great change in your muse in the near future? (ie. Have they visited the Haunted Escape, or are they roomed with someone potentially detrimental/positive that’s a contrast to their personality?)

also been answered here

✺ Does your character have a favorite park yet? Any places they plan to frequent?

Ah~ not yet. He hasn’t been able to do much exploring - he’s just arrived after all. But im thinking the haunted escape holds the best entertainment possibilities….perhaps. Honestly he’s just looking forward to familiarizing himself with this entire place ~(‾  ⌣‾~).