[ Unlike... well, most people, Koushuu isn't here for the flower festivities.
He was here for his run.
He is no longer here for his run.
Minding his own business as he is, as he checks his phone before getting started, he grunts in surprise when he finds himself getting a handful of flowers thrown in his face. Thankfully he's not allergic, and the way his bangs are he doesn't get any stems or anything square in his eyes, but. There are flowers. Thrown in his face. He has petals sticking to his hair and sputters at the pollen, but it's not enough to distract him from the familiar culprit that books it away. ]
What the hell, Kurosaki. [ And that would be one (1) agitated Koushuu chasing after her, because of course he does. ]
ii dear lord
He was here for his run.
He is no longer here for his run.
Minding his own business as he is, as he checks his phone before getting started, he grunts in surprise when he finds himself getting a handful of flowers thrown in his face. Thankfully he's not allergic, and the way his bangs are he doesn't get any stems or anything square in his eyes, but. There are flowers. Thrown in his face. He has petals sticking to his hair and sputters at the pollen, but it's not enough to distract him from the familiar culprit that books it away. ]
What the hell, Kurosaki. [ And that would be one (1) agitated Koushuu chasing after her, because of course he does. ]