as much to myself as to you
Who: goesberserk and topslug
When: May 14, afternoon.
Where: Out in the boonies-- that is, somewhere in the farmlands.
Summary: Two friends who haven't seen each other in a while, and an afternoon out.
Warnings: Considering it's these two? Probably nothing worse than Shizuo accidentally breaking things and Yako traumatizing passing wildlife. Might bump up depending on ~shenanigans~
[ Where most people are off gawking at the sights and sounds of the renaissance festival, Yako's at the edge of a farm field, perched on the fence. A stack of bento boxes held together with cloth is cradled in her lap, the volume of food relatively modest-- compared to her usual standards, anyway. She's wearing a pink-checkered dress that seems to be made more for summer than spring, and a gardener's hat to shade her from the worst of the (currently) sunny weather.
Anxiety that she might have misunderstood the directions has resulted in her arriving earlier than she was supposed to, and now she's staring at the cows blissfully grazing in the pasture. They look so... bovine. She swings her bare feet idly, her rubber boots (an oddly practical choice of footwear) lined up by the base of the fence.
It's hard to believe this place is on the same island as Siren's Port. ]
When: May 14, afternoon.
Where: Out in the boonies-- that is, somewhere in the farmlands.
Summary: Two friends who haven't seen each other in a while, and an afternoon out.
Warnings: Considering it's these two? Probably nothing worse than Shizuo accidentally breaking things and Yako traumatizing passing wildlife. Might bump up depending on ~shenanigans~
[ Where most people are off gawking at the sights and sounds of the renaissance festival, Yako's at the edge of a farm field, perched on the fence. A stack of bento boxes held together with cloth is cradled in her lap, the volume of food relatively modest-- compared to her usual standards, anyway. She's wearing a pink-checkered dress that seems to be made more for summer than spring, and a gardener's hat to shade her from the worst of the (currently) sunny weather.
Anxiety that she might have misunderstood the directions has resulted in her arriving earlier than she was supposed to, and now she's staring at the cows blissfully grazing in the pasture. They look so... bovine. She swings her bare feet idly, her rubber boots (an oddly practical choice of footwear) lined up by the base of the fence.
It's hard to believe this place is on the same island as Siren's Port. ]