WHO: Fakir, Hiei, His Derpness
WHERE: Some. Park. Some. Where. SOMEPLACE WITH BIRDIES
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Faito?
SUMMARY: Fakir and Mytho are chilling and observing the birdies. A treedemon interupts.
FORMAT: Paraderps
Fakir had felt oddly restful the past few weeks. He attributed it to the changing of the seasons, and to the steady approach of Christmas vacation. He was content to stay inside, read, study, try to write, and ignore the constant buzz of holiday whining on his radio. Still, Mytho at least would grow restless at times - he had never expected the other boy to be so active - and he would find himself as he did that day, following the prince out to the park.
He had brought his sword in hopes of a spar, but so far all they had done was wander the park appreciating all the new birds. Not that there was anything wrong with the birds; he knew Mytho liked them quite a lot. Which reminded him...
"Mytho," he began, pausing behind the other boy as they both looked up into the boughs of a nearby tree. "Is there anything in particular you'd like as a gift? Since you like things, now."