Log: Momoshiro/Kamio/Yuuta/Kirihara/Yukimura (Ongoing)
Who: Momoshiro, Kamio, Yuuta, Kirihara and Yukimura
When: This evening, after the double date
Where: Train station/Train cart
Summary: On the train home the storm hits hard, and the lights on the train go out.
Warning/rating: PG (may change, depends what happens)
Player comments: This is an ongoing log, order determined by whoever gets there first~
Comments/crits allowed: No
'Bloody rain.' Kamio thought, trying his best to shield his hair from the downpour and failing miserably. It hadn't been raining this much earlier, and he'd pathetically hoped the rain would let up a litte, even though the forecast predicted heavy rainfall and storms. He hated umbrella's with a passion, but at this rate his hair was going to require restyling and he didn't have any spray on him.
He couldn't be bothered to try and convey his annoyance to his boyfriend hurrying along beside him, and he'd have to talk over the sound of the rain anyway. So he hurried on, and soon the train station came into view. He almost fell into the door in his rush to get in, and began wiping rain off his clothes. Making sure Momo was still with him he slid forwards (the floor was slick with water that other people had brought in) and had a look at the electronic boards. "I'm cold, wet and tired...where the hell is my train?" Kamio grumbled, though he wasn't particuarly angry. It had been a fantastic evening, but his mind was always quick to switch from one thing to another. And right now all it sensed was Kamio's physical state and desire to dry off and go to bed.
When: This evening, after the double date
Where: Train station/Train cart
Summary: On the train home the storm hits hard, and the lights on the train go out.
Warning/rating: PG (may change, depends what happens)
Player comments: This is an ongoing log, order determined by whoever gets there first~
Comments/crits allowed: No
'Bloody rain.' Kamio thought, trying his best to shield his hair from the downpour and failing miserably. It hadn't been raining this much earlier, and he'd pathetically hoped the rain would let up a litte, even though the forecast predicted heavy rainfall and storms. He hated umbrella's with a passion, but at this rate his hair was going to require restyling and he didn't have any spray on him.
He couldn't be bothered to try and convey his annoyance to his boyfriend hurrying along beside him, and he'd have to talk over the sound of the rain anyway. So he hurried on, and soon the train station came into view. He almost fell into the door in his rush to get in, and began wiping rain off his clothes. Making sure Momo was still with him he slid forwards (the floor was slick with water that other people had brought in) and had a look at the electronic boards. "I'm cold, wet and tired...where the hell is my train?" Kamio grumbled, though he wasn't particuarly angry. It had been a fantastic evening, but his mind was always quick to switch from one thing to another. And right now all it sensed was Kamio's physical state and desire to dry off and go to bed.