Oktoberfest!

[memento_mods]

Who: Everyone
What: Oktoberfest
Where: Down main street and into the park
When: September 19 to October 4
Warnings: People twirling fiery batons. Keep it PG-13 in this one and take anything higher to the journals.

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[sore_feet_man]

Ginko wasn't looking for anyone in particular at the festival. So many friends of his had disappeared, he'd accepted this as a chance to meet new acquaintances-- but now wasn't the time for that, apparently. Why was Hibari wandering around with such a huge pile of food...in the middle of a huge crowd? He didn't even look like he was planning on biting anyone. Ginko approached him, just to make sure this was, indeed, Hibari; what if a new magical phenomenon had developed? Another body-switch event?

"You came," Ginko pointed out to Hibari, just in case the teen hadn't noticed he wasn't back at his apartment.

[sore_feet_man]

Snap, went a camera in Ginko's head in the split second when Hibari turned around. He couldn't stop from smirking at Hibari's reaction. What the heck was that? It's just me.

"Hnn. That's considerate of you," Ginko replied, stepping close enough to check out Hibari's pile of food.

"...Only thing you're missing is fried chicken. Come on," Ginko said, motioning Hibari to follow him to the appropriate food stall.

[sore_feet_man]

After paying, Ginko took a taste of his fried chicken. He hadn't eaten anything yet, but a half a chicken would do him just fine.

"How's yours?" he said after the first bite, holding out a napkin for Hibari if he wanted it.

[sore_feet_man]

Potato dumplings, check. Ginko continued to work on his chicken as they moved onto the skewered fish. Being the head of the science department had its ups, and he hadn't been spending much recently. He vaguely worried what the result of all this binging might be, but for the moment assumed that Hibari knew what he was doing.

"Hike's tomorrow," he commented as they came up to the fish stand, digging out his wallet again.

[sore_feet_man]

"Sir? 4, please."

Ginko watched the vendor prepare Hibari's next course with a curious look. Maybe he should try cooking that. He'd put more seasoning on.

"Sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but a friend of mine was curious about the mugura riding. She's going to help out with the experiment, stay back at a certain point on the trail so I can try to find her through the mugura," said Ginko clearly so Hibari didn't miss any of it.

No point hiding something, really, he thought to himself.

[sore_feet_man]

Stepping away, you kidding me... Ginko sighed inwardly, Then again, I suppose I expected something like this.

"Don't be like that. ...Just hear me out," Ginko began, turning to Hibari without stepping nearer just yet, "This experiment is something I want to share with as many people as possible; you could tell that from my journal entry about it, right? If someone wants to find out more about my world, would you imagine me being tight-lipped? I take pleasure in teaching people, about sharing knowledge and experiences."

"Order's up!" the vendor interrupted, and Ginko waited a second before taking his eyes off Hibari to retrieve their food and pay.

[sore_feet_man]

Ginko's warm and fuzzy feelings, as he listened to the first part of Hibari's reply, slowly morphed into slight guilt. He scratched the back of his neck.

"N, Nn... Yeah. My bad. I was dragging my feet. I wasn't sure how you'd take it," he said, turning his head slowly to see if Hibari was glaring at him or not, "...You've got some intimidating thorns on you, Kyouya."

Piece by piece, I'm figuring him out, I guess, right? Piece by piece...

[sore_feet_man]

Oh my god.

"Don't take those out in the middle of a crowded festival," Ginko recommended, only sweating a teensy bit, honestly!