[LOG]
Who: whitehotfame, scarlet_sora
When: February 6th
Where: At Sora's and Hikari's apartment.
Summary: Yamato's been thinking and springs a visit on Sora.
Sora extended her hand backward to grab her ankle. Yoga surely was good exercise, but there were couple poses she could never get used to, like this half-moon pose. Leaning forward, Sora sighed as she felt her muscles stretch. It was another peaceful mid-day to herself.
Meanwhile, outside, the blond was hesitating on knocking at her door. On the one hand, he really wanted to ask her out but on the other? Well, that would scare her off firstly and secondly... she would probably say no. He really couldn't help it... He knocked lightly at the door and waited for her to answer. Hopefully Hikari wasn't home, she wouldn't make things easy on him.
Failing to realize another's presence by the door, Sora fumbled to keep herself balanced on one feet. Finally stablizing herself, she leaned forward, her eyes fixated on the cowboy hat she's displayed on the wall. 'I...bet...Mimi-chan would know many more effective exercises.....' Feeling the small stream of air escaping her lips, Sora smiled, as the video instructor signaled switch.
After a few more minutes of him waiting, the Ishida man knocked a little more forcefully at the door. 'Come on, Sora...'
"Ack!" Hearing the louder knock, Sora let out a small scream as she fell to the floor losing balance. 'Oh no!' She thought to herself as she was certain it wouldn't be Hikari. Blood rushed to her face as she didn't feel comfortable opening the door in her current attire; a low cut black tank top and a red sweatpants.
The sweat rolled down her nose and dropped onto her torso, and she reached for the towel as she tried to quickly get up. She winced as she felt a pang of pain on her ankle. "Coming-" She cried as she limped towards the door, panic evident in her voice.
The tone made Yamato worry slightly. He couldn't help but to be amused at the sound. Was she worrying about something? She sounded slightly... alarmed? He smiled a little and waited at the door for her.
Covering her cleavage with the towel, she opened the door slightly, concealing her body behind the door as much as possible. "Hello-" She tentatively started in desparate attempt to stay composed.
He arched his eyebrows at this. She was hiding... why? He tried a kind smile to her and cants his head a little, looking her in the eye.
"Hello, Sora.... Is this a bad time?"
"Yamato kun..." She opened her eyes wide as he was least of the person she would've expected as a surprise visitor. She wiped the cold sweat off her forehead and attempted to smile, as she felt her cheeks ablaze. "A... little?" She tucked her head down and looked up at his friend. "One moment- let me get dressed-" She admitted her voice fizzling with each word.
The blond smirked at his friend's embarrassment and relaxed back against his heels, looking down at his feet for a moment before directing his eyes back to the door. Hopefully she'd make it quick; he wanted to talk to her.
Snatching on the jacket that was thankfully hung on the kitchen chair, Sora limped back to the door, feeling more uncomfortable with each step. She dabbed the sweat off her nose as she opened the door, and welcomed her friend in. "Please."
Walking into the apartment, he offered a smile at her, noticing her limp. "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself recently, Sora?"
Sora smiled weakly as she just eyed the TV that was still on. "So much for self improvement ne?" She exclaimed as she picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Make your self at home." She motioned forward the sofa.
He laughed lightly at that and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry I interrupted you. I should have called first." Yamato walked over and sat on the couch, looking over at her with a light smile. They were still kind of awkward, weren't they? But it was hard not to be sometimes, he thought.
When: February 6th
Where: At Sora's and Hikari's apartment.
Summary: Yamato's been thinking and springs a visit on Sora.
Sora extended her hand backward to grab her ankle. Yoga surely was good exercise, but there were couple poses she could never get used to, like this half-moon pose. Leaning forward, Sora sighed as she felt her muscles stretch. It was another peaceful mid-day to herself.
Meanwhile, outside, the blond was hesitating on knocking at her door. On the one hand, he really wanted to ask her out but on the other? Well, that would scare her off firstly and secondly... she would probably say no. He really couldn't help it... He knocked lightly at the door and waited for her to answer. Hopefully Hikari wasn't home, she wouldn't make things easy on him.
Failing to realize another's presence by the door, Sora fumbled to keep herself balanced on one feet. Finally stablizing herself, she leaned forward, her eyes fixated on the cowboy hat she's displayed on the wall. 'I...bet...Mimi-chan would know many more effective exercises.....' Feeling the small stream of air escaping her lips, Sora smiled, as the video instructor signaled switch.
After a few more minutes of him waiting, the Ishida man knocked a little more forcefully at the door. 'Come on, Sora...'
"Ack!" Hearing the louder knock, Sora let out a small scream as she fell to the floor losing balance. 'Oh no!' She thought to herself as she was certain it wouldn't be Hikari. Blood rushed to her face as she didn't feel comfortable opening the door in her current attire; a low cut black tank top and a red sweatpants.
The sweat rolled down her nose and dropped onto her torso, and she reached for the towel as she tried to quickly get up. She winced as she felt a pang of pain on her ankle. "Coming-" She cried as she limped towards the door, panic evident in her voice.
The tone made Yamato worry slightly. He couldn't help but to be amused at the sound. Was she worrying about something? She sounded slightly... alarmed? He smiled a little and waited at the door for her.
Covering her cleavage with the towel, she opened the door slightly, concealing her body behind the door as much as possible. "Hello-" She tentatively started in desparate attempt to stay composed.
He arched his eyebrows at this. She was hiding... why? He tried a kind smile to her and cants his head a little, looking her in the eye.
"Hello, Sora.... Is this a bad time?"
"Yamato kun..." She opened her eyes wide as he was least of the person she would've expected as a surprise visitor. She wiped the cold sweat off her forehead and attempted to smile, as she felt her cheeks ablaze. "A... little?" She tucked her head down and looked up at his friend. "One moment- let me get dressed-" She admitted her voice fizzling with each word.
The blond smirked at his friend's embarrassment and relaxed back against his heels, looking down at his feet for a moment before directing his eyes back to the door. Hopefully she'd make it quick; he wanted to talk to her.
Snatching on the jacket that was thankfully hung on the kitchen chair, Sora limped back to the door, feeling more uncomfortable with each step. She dabbed the sweat off her nose as she opened the door, and welcomed her friend in. "Please."
Walking into the apartment, he offered a smile at her, noticing her limp. "Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself recently, Sora?"
Sora smiled weakly as she just eyed the TV that was still on. "So much for self improvement ne?" She exclaimed as she picked up the remote and turned off the TV. "Make your self at home." She motioned forward the sofa.
He laughed lightly at that and shook his head. "No, I'm sorry I interrupted you. I should have called first." Yamato walked over and sat on the couch, looking over at her with a light smile. They were still kind of awkward, weren't they? But it was hard not to be sometimes, he thought.