008 | OVERFLOW

[godsoffortune]

This is an overflow post for 008 | Sakura 2.0: You Can (Not) Have A Picnic. Please bring any further comments here and link to your threads at the original source.

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[sweetdeath]

I don't know for sure, but this definitely seems like his kind of thing.

[He smiles at Sheryl.]

Okay... things are gonna be all right. You're not burned anywhere, are you?

[galactically]

[She glances owlishly, tilting her head to one side before she lifts up her arms. Her eyes linger on them at first, then they drift along the rest of her body.]

No, I don't see any burns. I'm all— ow!

[But she winces all of a sudden, focusing on her feet. Oh. Right, she's been running around in heels non-stop and now they might be swollen. Time to wave her hands around.]

... I'll be okay, I swear!

[sweetdeath]

Whoa, that didn't sound like you're okay.

[He turns toward her, a frown deepening on his face. That "ow" seemed like something hurt.]

What is it?

[galactically]

— Oh! It's just my shoes.

[She waves a hand in a dismissive manner, trying to gain her composure back from that wince.]

It's nothing that I can't handle. I'll just take them off.

[sweetdeath]

Oh, got it.

[They're definitely party shoes, not "running through a tree grove on fire at night" shoes. It's amazing she hasn't broken a heel. (Or an ankle, he thinks.)]

So -- I really ought to go track down my shinki too. Are you going to be all right...?

[galactically]

[Running around in high heels is what she does often on stage, except she usually wears the special kind that's customized for her concerts. Her feet tend to be delicate. Sheryl finds a nearby boulder to sit on, plopping herself on it as she starts loosening the straps of her shoes.]

I won't be defeated by a pair of shoes, Mr. Tsuzuki. Or a fire!

[Except the smoke from earlier has an affect on her throat. Guess who's coughing again? Welp....]

[sweetdeath]

[He hurries to her, patting her worriedly between the shoulderblades.]

Hey, deep breaths, okay? Take it easy.

Maybe you should just rest here! Try texting them, now that things're quieting down they should hear it, right?

[galactically]

[She covers her mouth, suppressing another cough that threatens to burst out of her until it goes away.]

I'll be fine, thank you.

[A few coughs can't kill her. Reaching for the smart phone in her purse, she starts pressing a few buttons.]

There, they should be getting my message right about now.

[sweetdeath]

Okay, if you're sure.

[He smiles at her, and reaches down to gently pat her shoulder.]

Text me if you need anything else. Okay? I've got my phone on me too!

[galactically]

But I can just talk to you now that you're right next to me.

[She gives him a cheeky smile to go with that remark of hers.]

Totally convenient!

[sweetdeath]

[Now he feels guilty. He chews on his bottom lip.]

Uh -- yeah! That's true. I really do have to go find my shinki, though -- I mean, they're fine right now, so if you need me to stay until yours get here I can!

[galactically]

Ah, that's right, Battler is still out there...

[Oops, she almost forgot. There's a firm shake of her head as she waves her phone.]

No, your shinki are your responsibility. Go look for them, Mr. Tsuzuki!

[sweetdeath]

-- Okay.

[Oh man. He still feels really guilty about this. He hesitates for a long moment, then flashes her a quick grin and turns to dash off into the darkness.]