incomplete. Spring = SAP AHEAD!
Who: Replica R. and Naminé
Where: Festival Dance
When: Last day of the Spring Event
Rating: PG
Summary: Cherry blossoms fall like stars...and at least this memory's their own.
The Story:.
So maybe he didn't 'gots' to get dressed 'cause some kid on the networks said it, but..
...he did ask his closet for a clean shirt. And it turned out a midnight-blue silk thing that looked like a dress with a funny complicated sash, and he'd put that back on the hook behind the door and asked for something not-for-girls...and after several rounds of that still wound up with something that looked a lot like blue silk pajamas with funny collar that buttoned down the front with bits of ivory. But at least there was pants.
Thus the replica settled for that a little grumpily, figuring that everyone else'd be wearing something similarly ridiculous, and retrieved his other prizes from his bed before heading down to the cleared stall-space out front, where music and lanterns and people were gathered.
(He also carried with him a little plastic baggie that his now-dead fish had come in, filled with a very cold surprise, just in case he ran into moped-greenie again. The waterfight may have been called off a bit, but a promising rivalry was just starting.)
She would probably come down to check it out, at least at some point, he figured. To draw the party scenes from a quiet corner, and there he could find her and give her a bit of the sweet tasting fruity drink they had at the stands, and some puffy-sweet rice wafers, and that plush star he'd won for making a lucky toss. Then maybe she'd let him sit under a tree with her and talk, for awhile. Maybe. About things, or maybe just sit there and watch the rest of the mansion enjoy the night.
And possibly, they could do some of the dancing, if he was brave enough, and if she wanted to, and if everyone else's silk-pajamas-things blended in enough to cover for not knowing the first thing about how to dance with a girl at a festival.
Where: Festival Dance
When: Last day of the Spring Event
Rating: PG
Summary: Cherry blossoms fall like stars...and at least this memory's their own.
The Story:.
So maybe he didn't 'gots' to get dressed 'cause some kid on the networks said it, but..
...he did ask his closet for a clean shirt. And it turned out a midnight-blue silk thing that looked like a dress with a funny complicated sash, and he'd put that back on the hook behind the door and asked for something not-for-girls...and after several rounds of that still wound up with something that looked a lot like blue silk pajamas with funny collar that buttoned down the front with bits of ivory. But at least there was pants.
Thus the replica settled for that a little grumpily, figuring that everyone else'd be wearing something similarly ridiculous, and retrieved his other prizes from his bed before heading down to the cleared stall-space out front, where music and lanterns and people were gathered.
(He also carried with him a little plastic baggie that his now-dead fish had come in, filled with a very cold surprise, just in case he ran into moped-greenie again. The waterfight may have been called off a bit, but a promising rivalry was just starting.)
She would probably come down to check it out, at least at some point, he figured. To draw the party scenes from a quiet corner, and there he could find her and give her a bit of the sweet tasting fruity drink they had at the stands, and some puffy-sweet rice wafers, and that plush star he'd won for making a lucky toss. Then maybe she'd let him sit under a tree with her and talk, for awhile. Maybe. About things, or maybe just sit there and watch the rest of the mansion enjoy the night.
And possibly, they could do some of the dancing, if he was brave enough, and if she wanted to, and if everyone else's silk-pajamas-things blended in enough to cover for not knowing the first thing about how to dance with a girl at a festival.