So about what happened...
Characters: Yosuke and Altair
Where & When: Chilling in the Wonderland District, trying to get away from the cold in the afternoon after the Dare Meme
Rating & Why: PG, for reference to the existence of dating?
Summary: Altair makes certain events up to Yosuke in a BIG way.
Wonderland was nice this time of day. Warm, but not too warm. Breezy, but without sending his bread crumbs careening into the reeds en route to the pond. Trust him to waste his food points on a loaf of stale bread, but at least the ducks seemed to like it. Yosuke thought they were ducks, anyway, though no ducks back home had ever been this pristine and polite when they squabbled for food.
He threw another bread crumb, slumping over to the side. Under normal circumstances, he'd be taking his daily Fuck All This Goddamn Snow break from the Alpine District in the Metropolis area. He felt comfortable in a city environment and Naoto was always there to bother, if he got bored. Now he was afraid to even set foot in the place, just in case the detective had developed a sixth sense for his presence and decided his crotch hadn't suffered enough yet.
It wasn't so bad, though. There were ducks -- in theory; Yosuke was pretty sure the eggs in those mud-and-thatch nests were glinting gold in the sunlight -- here and they seemed to like him (and his bread) just fine.
He threw another chunk of bread in the river, not realizing until it flew through the air that he'd thrown nearly half the loaf. The resulting splash got his pants wet and scattered the ducks to their relative nests, where they glared at him with disapproving clicks of their beaks.
Awesome.
Where & When: Chilling in the Wonderland District, trying to get away from the cold in the afternoon after the Dare Meme
Rating & Why: PG, for reference to the existence of dating?
Summary: Altair makes certain events up to Yosuke in a BIG way.
Wonderland was nice this time of day. Warm, but not too warm. Breezy, but without sending his bread crumbs careening into the reeds en route to the pond. Trust him to waste his food points on a loaf of stale bread, but at least the ducks seemed to like it. Yosuke thought they were ducks, anyway, though no ducks back home had ever been this pristine and polite when they squabbled for food.
He threw another bread crumb, slumping over to the side. Under normal circumstances, he'd be taking his daily Fuck All This Goddamn Snow break from the Alpine District in the Metropolis area. He felt comfortable in a city environment and Naoto was always there to bother, if he got bored. Now he was afraid to even set foot in the place, just in case the detective had developed a sixth sense for his presence and decided his crotch hadn't suffered enough yet.
It wasn't so bad, though. There were ducks -- in theory; Yosuke was pretty sure the eggs in those mud-and-thatch nests were glinting gold in the sunlight -- here and they seemed to like him (and his bread) just fine.
He threw another chunk of bread in the river, not realizing until it flew through the air that he'd thrown nearly half the loaf. The resulting splash got his pants wet and scattered the ducks to their relative nests, where they glared at him with disapproving clicks of their beaks.
Awesome.