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i | caught in the rain;
[It's late afternoon, and all of his appointments are done for the day. It's a good thing too, because Fai very definitely forgot his umbrella this morning. It was clear when he left the apartment! He dashes down the sidewalk under a tented newspaper held above his head, hoping to catch the taxi parked at the curb not far away. Except there's a young lady also making a break for the same taxi. If it weren't such horrid weather he'd probably just let her have it, but he's almost soaked through as it is, and his newspaper won't hold out much longer.]
Excuse me, miss! Can we share?
[She doesn't even notice he's there through the driving rain--or if she does, she makes no indication. The young lady dives into the back seat of the taxi and soon there are only taillights in his vision. Fai sighs.
And then sucks in a breath as a passing car kicks up a torrent of cold water and drenches him completely.
It's really not his day.]
ii | FLOWER CROWNS;
[There is a grown-ass man, a six-foot-tall grown ass man no less, sitting cross-legged in the grass with a small gaggle of teenage girls clustered around him, and they're all making flower crowns and laughing like they're old friends. Never mind that he won't win the competition for Best Flower Crown. Sometimes you just have to stop and play with flowers.
He's already wearing a crown of pink flowers himself, so this next crown has to go to someone else. He unfolds his lanky body from the grass and bounds over to someone nearby, presenting the crown as if it's a well-earned trophy and grinning like a dork.]
May I?
wildcard | a good bean;
[Fai's curled up in a booth by himself, a half-empty, syrupy-sweet iced coffee and a sugar-laden pastry in front of him on the table. He's not paying attention to that, however--he's in the process of digging through his messenger bag for... something.
A textbook on clinical psychology goes on the table, followed by a small stack of case files. A sudoku book. A dog-eared, trashy romance novel. A sheet of gold star stickers. A kazoo. A sparkly pen with a tuft of pink feathers on the end. A bag of hard candies. A Chinese finger trap. The list of oddities coming out of this bag seems never-ending. The blond is clearly not paying attention to much else at the moment, so feel free to sneak up on him, or not, as you prefer.]
wildcard;
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Fai D. Flourite | Tsubasa Chronicle
i | caught in the rain;
[It's late afternoon, and all of his appointments are done for the day. It's a good thing too, because Fai very definitely forgot his umbrella this morning. It was clear when he left the apartment! He dashes down the sidewalk under a tented newspaper held above his head, hoping to catch the taxi parked at the curb not far away. Except there's a young lady also making a break for the same taxi. If it weren't such horrid weather he'd probably just let her have it, but he's almost soaked through as it is, and his newspaper won't hold out much longer.]
Excuse me, miss! Can we share?
[She doesn't even notice he's there through the driving rain--or if she does, she makes no indication. The young lady dives into the back seat of the taxi and soon there are only taillights in his vision. Fai sighs.
And then sucks in a breath as a passing car kicks up a torrent of cold water and drenches him completely.
It's really not his day.]
ii | FLOWER CROWNS;
[There is a grown-ass man, a six-foot-tall grown ass man no less, sitting cross-legged in the grass with a small gaggle of teenage girls clustered around him, and they're all making flower crowns and laughing like they're old friends. Never mind that he won't win the competition for Best Flower Crown. Sometimes you just have to stop and play with flowers.
He's already wearing a crown of pink flowers himself, so this next crown has to go to someone else. He unfolds his lanky body from the grass and bounds over to someone nearby, presenting the crown as if it's a well-earned trophy and grinning like a dork.]
May I?
wildcard | a good bean;
[Fai's curled up in a booth by himself, a half-empty, syrupy-sweet iced coffee and a sugar-laden pastry in front of him on the table. He's not paying attention to that, however--he's in the process of digging through his messenger bag for... something.
A textbook on clinical psychology goes on the table, followed by a small stack of case files. A sudoku book. A dog-eared, trashy romance novel. A sheet of gold star stickers. A kazoo. A sparkly pen with a tuft of pink feathers on the end. A bag of hard candies. A Chinese finger trap. The list of oddities coming out of this bag seems never-ending. The blond is clearly not paying attention to much else at the moment, so feel free to sneak up on him, or not, as you prefer.]
wildcard;
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