[The evening’s been an interesting rush of sensation and perception. From his work at the archery fields to the time spent not getting lost in the hedge maze, plus the obvious option of food currently decorating his hands and arms. Sousuke’s content with the turnout, though since he’s definitely not as outgoing or sociable as his energetic god and friend, he’s taking some time to himself. It feels nice, relaxing in the quiet beneath the moonlight, gazing out over the fields as the tree hangs overhead with its draping branches…
Someone passes by, he’s apt to ignore them, but the person stops. Initially, Sousuke doesn’t mind the hesitation, figuring the other’s thinking or looking at something that’s not him. But then the soft words come and he turns his head slightly, eyes continuing the “turn” to find the other’s face. For a moment, there’s a question in his teal eyes, but then recognition dawns on him. It’s been a while, but it’s hard to forget the guy who he more or less “trained” in his shinki abilities during that crazy Festival of the Dead or whatever the proper name of the event was.]
Hi.
[Sousuke lifts one arm and tears a chunk of red-glazed meat from the skewer, chewing a few times before swallowing. Lowering again, he face Chikusa more fully this time.]
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not getting lostin the hedge maze, plus the obvious option of food currently decorating his hands and arms. Sousuke’s content with the turnout, though since he’s definitely not as outgoing or sociable as his energetic god and friend, he’s taking some time to himself. It feels nice, relaxing in the quiet beneath the moonlight, gazing out over the fields as the tree hangs overhead with its draping branches…Someone passes by, he’s apt to ignore them, but the person stops. Initially, Sousuke doesn’t mind the hesitation, figuring the other’s thinking or looking at something that’s not him. But then the soft words come and he turns his head slightly, eyes continuing the “turn” to find the other’s face. For a moment, there’s a question in his teal eyes, but then recognition dawns on him. It’s been a while, but it’s hard to forget the guy who he more or less “trained” in his shinki abilities during that crazy Festival of the Dead or whatever the proper name of the event was.]
Hi.
[Sousuke lifts one arm and tears a chunk of red-glazed meat from the skewer, chewing a few times before swallowing. Lowering again, he face Chikusa more fully this time.]
Been keeping up with your training?