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Who: Kenshin and Shuichi Minamino
What: Randomly running into one another
When: Late afternoon, sky just starting to darken.
Where: Edge of the woods.
Rating: Definately no more than pg-13.
He sat against the tree. The feeling of the outside breaze and air, comforting. Relaxing even. He had not learned much about this place, but had learned to accept it for all its apparent oddities. Much different from Japan though. He had asked around, this was not Japan. The idea that it could have been long after the war had ended, was no longer a choice. He would have to accept the idea that he was in a new world all together, even if it was one of idiocracy. A small bag next to him, holding some ripe fresh fruit, awaiting to be consumed. Next to him, a sword that's sheeth was connected to his side. His long red hair placed in a ponytail and draped down one side. A small toy spinning top in his hand.
He began to slowly hum a tune as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the silence of the moment, other than his humming. The tune, something he had heard long ago.
What: Randomly running into one another
When: Late afternoon, sky just starting to darken.
Where: Edge of the woods.
Rating: Definately no more than pg-13.
He sat against the tree. The feeling of the outside breaze and air, comforting. Relaxing even. He had not learned much about this place, but had learned to accept it for all its apparent oddities. Much different from Japan though. He had asked around, this was not Japan. The idea that it could have been long after the war had ended, was no longer a choice. He would have to accept the idea that he was in a new world all together, even if it was one of idiocracy. A small bag next to him, holding some ripe fresh fruit, awaiting to be consumed. Next to him, a sword that's sheeth was connected to his side. His long red hair placed in a ponytail and draped down one side. A small toy spinning top in his hand.
He began to slowly hum a tune as he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the silence of the moment, other than his humming. The tune, something he had heard long ago.