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Characters: John Egbert and Yosuke Hanamura
Location: Somewhere between Karkat's apartment and the winter festival grounds.
Rating: PG-13, maybe, for children being run over with motorized vehicles?
Time: December 13th, midday
Description: Ready for running down children with motorized vehicles.
Yosuke was late.
Sleeping in at Karkat's had been worth it, though. And besides, there was something...nice about that 'late' being an arbitrary sort of thing. He'd made some vague plans with Kurt to go to the festival, but after everything that happened, those plans were sort of informally disolved. He'd probably see him there -- maybe Souji, too -- and he was still going to rock the pie eating contest, but that wasn't until much later. No rush, no obligations, just total freedom to wind around Death City on his bike. For all he was still a mess of feelings after the party (or, more accurately, the 'after party'), there was no denying how great it felt to be unburdened with so much guilt and uncertainty.
Which, in true Hanamura fashion, made him feel guilty for a whole different host of reasons. But those could take a backseat as he wound around an unprotected left, headphones blasting something 99.9% digital at full volume.
Surely there would be no little boys around this turn.
Location: Somewhere between Karkat's apartment and the winter festival grounds.
Rating: PG-13, maybe, for children being run over with motorized vehicles?
Time: December 13th, midday
Description: Ready for running down children with motorized vehicles.
Yosuke was late.
Sleeping in at Karkat's had been worth it, though. And besides, there was something...nice about that 'late' being an arbitrary sort of thing. He'd made some vague plans with Kurt to go to the festival, but after everything that happened, those plans were sort of informally disolved. He'd probably see him there -- maybe Souji, too -- and he was still going to rock the pie eating contest, but that wasn't until much later. No rush, no obligations, just total freedom to wind around Death City on his bike. For all he was still a mess of feelings after the party (or, more accurately, the 'after party'), there was no denying how great it felt to be unburdened with so much guilt and uncertainty.
Which, in true Hanamura fashion, made him feel guilty for a whole different host of reasons. But those could take a backseat as he wound around an unprotected left, headphones blasting something 99.9% digital at full volume.
Surely there would be no little boys around this turn.