I scream! You scream! [incomplete]
WHO: Sora and Axel
WHERE: Meeting at the MAC, and then on to acquire ice creamy deliciousness!
WHEN: February 13th, late at night
WARNINGS: Sora and sugar? None, really
SUMMARY: Just some friendly conversation between two friends form the same dimension (sorta).
FORMAT: Quicklog
Sora rocked back and forth in his big yellow shoes waiting for Axel to arrive. It was still pretty cold outside, and at this point he was really considering trading in his usual baggy shorts for actual pants. It'd be a switch for sure, but it every time the wind blew he was thinking about it more and more. Actually, Sora wondered if maybe going for ice cream in this weather was a bad idea. But then, common sense kicked in again and he remembered that ice cream could never be a bad idea. That's why they invented jackets.
And really, it wasn't so bad, not when he thought about seeing friends and enjoying yummy treats. With that thought in mind, Sora continued it perpetual, cold deterring movement. Every so often he'd crane his neck, looking for Axel's spikey red hair in the distance.
WHERE: Meeting at the MAC, and then on to acquire ice creamy deliciousness!
WHEN: February 13th, late at night
WARNINGS: Sora and sugar? None, really
SUMMARY: Just some friendly conversation between two friends form the same dimension (sorta).
FORMAT: Quicklog
Sora rocked back and forth in his big yellow shoes waiting for Axel to arrive. It was still pretty cold outside, and at this point he was really considering trading in his usual baggy shorts for actual pants. It'd be a switch for sure, but it every time the wind blew he was thinking about it more and more. Actually, Sora wondered if maybe going for ice cream in this weather was a bad idea. But then, common sense kicked in again and he remembered that ice cream could never be a bad idea. That's why they invented jackets.
And really, it wasn't so bad, not when he thought about seeing friends and enjoying yummy treats. With that thought in mind, Sora continued it perpetual, cold deterring movement. Every so often he'd crane his neck, looking for Axel's spikey red hair in the distance.