Lingering around where the buses were parked made him feel too much like a lost tourist-especially with that woman looking at him like that-so Sam headed off to the park instead. Not too far since he knew Dean would want to see him. Not for anything specific, obviously. It'd just always been automatic to find each other after whatever crazy stuff
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Still, though, he'd made no plans for the day with anyone, as he likely should have. Perhaps Sakura had an idea, perhaps not, but no matter what his duty was to keep an eye on her. Alas that he didn't know where she was; in a crowd like this and with his powers altered and dampened the best he could hope for at the moment was tell if she was there at all. He moved over toward the edge of the growing crowd to wait, watching those climbing off the buses without bothering to lift the hood of his jacket against the damp.
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Shoving his hands discontentedly into his pockets, he looked around for Yuki. It didn't take him long: that long braid couldn't be missed even if he tried. The young man smiled to himself and strode up to them, hands still in his pockets.
"You're going to catch a cold like that," Touya said, the undertone of a laugh in his voice. He reached out to push the braid forward and the hood up.
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"What about you?" Yukito asked, self-consciously lifting a hand to tug the hood forward a little farther. "Looks like they found something a little nicer for you to wear, but couldn't manage a hat?" From what he'd seen the choices of clothing for the Doyleton trip could be either nice or...unfortunate, and he had to admit that Touya looked rather nice today.
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He took a moment to take in what Yuki was wearing. Honestly it lo oked just as good from the front as it did from the back. They were a little mismatched (Touya looking like some businessman and Yuki looking like a punk kid in college), but he wasn't complaining. Yuki looked adorable in skinny jeans...
"You look good, too," he said. "You aren't too cold, right?"
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But the difference between now and the night was that now they had a great deal more time than they usually did. He slipped a hand underneath Yuki's jacket and curled a hand around his hip.
"We can catch up with her later," Touya said, pulling Yuki towards him slightly. "How about it? You want to go on a date with a straight-laced guy like me?"
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"I don't know," Yukito replied, wrinkling his nose a little as his eyes glinted with mischief. "Would a dignified salaryman really want to be seen with a long-haired delinquent like me?" He flicked his braid with one hand to illustrate, failing to completely suppress the faint laugh that lay beneath the comment. Whoever picked their clothing certainly had gone for a bit of a contrast, hadn't they?
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"I don't know, I think you'd be worth a little disgrace. Though everyone at my office is going to talk about this for months. But I can handle them," he said. He stepped closer to Yuki, checking briefly to see if anyone was watching them.
"So what do you say? You want to spend the afternoon with me, Mr. Long-Haired Delinquent?"
Granted Touya had no idea where they were going to go, but he'd figure something out. They both would.
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With a soft laugh and faint blush at his daring, he quickly drew back again and reached for Touya's hand. "Come on, let's get out of the rain," he suggested, already starting to move away even as he spoke.
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He found Yuki taking his hand and suggesting they go someplace drier. Touya had to agree. He didn't much care for getting sopping wet when there wasn't a handy set of spare clothes.
"Lead the way," he said with a small smile, letting Yuki pull him along.
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