WHO: Hatsuharu Sohma
its_an_oxymoron and Stevie
bratwonder plus anyone who happens by.
WHAT: Lessons, as promised.
WHERE: The Beach.
WHEN: About a week after
this journal conversation, early afternoon.
Hatsuharu hadn't bothered to wait for a reply when he suggested in his journal that Stevie join him on the beach for that lesson they'd talked about. He wasn't that kind of a person. He just offered the suggestion, then headed off, his hands shoved in his pockets and his long legs carrying him towards the scent of the beach.
Even he couldn't get lost going there.
He kicked his shoes off when he hit the beach and put them carefully aside, then moved a little further down the sand and started some stretches. He wouldn't mind if Stevie didn't turn up - though he would be glad if he did. But there were plenty of exercises he could do alone, and he liked the frame of mind he slipped into when he was training or sparring. It wasn't like the usual vagueness that overtook him. Instead, he gained a greater clarity of thought, centered on his body and the movements of his limbs.
Everything else would fade away.