To Catch or Not to Catch [Semi-Open]

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Characters: Zell Dincht, Takeshi Yamamoto, semi-open (feel free to come across Zell to chat in the hallway there)
Location: Starting out in the dorm hallway, then going to town
Time: A weekend, sometime after Zell playing in the snow with Waka
Content: The weekend comes along and Zell goes shopping with Yamamoto to get stuff for their rooms.

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The door popped open, Yamamoto hopping into a shoe. He was dressed in jeans and a shirt that had long sleeves stitched in but made it look like you wearing layers and a naturally hoodie. He grinned brightly at the sight of his friend, finally getting his foot in his sneaker and quickly lacing it.

"Hey!" he gushed, shutting the door and locking it, tucking the key in his pocket. "Ready to go?"

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Zell smiled brightly when he saw the older boy answer the door and fumble with his shoe a bit. Even feeling off, he still had the energy to show his emotions.

"Yep!" Oh, that was a little too enthusiastic. It caused a little tickle in the back of his throat which he had to clear before walking with Yama back down the hall. "So ya got any idea whatcha wanna get yet?"

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"Um, I guess posters," Yamamoto dug out his wallet and peered at the small wad of bills and the little golden Wells Fargos card every teenager gets when they first open an account with the bank. "They seem the cheapest thing to get, right?"

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He looks over at Yama. "Yeah, but you don't want anything else?"

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"Well, I dunno what much else to put in there," he admitted. "Posters covers the walls, really, but we can go to some of the cheaper stores and see if there's anything that strikes me."

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"Ah, alright." He didn't say much on the 'cheap' thing since he didn't know what classified as cheap to him. "Yeah, I ain't got a clue what I want, I just know I don't want it blank. Back at home I got..."

He was interrupted, having to turn his head to sneeze into his sleeved arm. What was with the dust in this hallway? What was he saying again? Oh yeah. "Uh, I got stuff on the shelves. So I'd want more than just stuff for the walls."

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"Oh, that's a thought, maybe a few shelves," he mused. "I could put my school books and stuff up there instead of on my desk, maybe one close to the bed for my sword."

Yeah, that was a good idea, and he could maybe get a small lucky dragon statue, or a lucky cat. His dad liked to keep them around because of his whole 'traditional Japanese' stuff, though Yama wasn't sure some of it was really traditional and more his dad catering to American tastes. But it couldn't hurt, right?

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Zell just smiles as he listens to some of Yama's plans. "Yeah, I hope they got some good stuff there." Once outside he noticed it felt a little colder than he remembered it being. He just closed his jacket around himself a bit more before talking again. "Have ya ever been there?"

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"The mall? Yeah, once or twice," he shrugged.

He wasn't one of those kids who went to the mall to hang out. He preferred going to a park, a baseball field, a dojo. Malls weren't his thing, though if a friend wanted to go he wasn't going to say no just based off that.

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"Is it big?" He was a little unsure. He may get lost in it, he wasn't all that great at malls either. About the only thing he did like at it was the food court. They had some good hot dogs there usually.

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"Fairly," he chuckled. "They have maps everywhere, don't worry."

That was the good thing about malls - confined spaces, maps everywhere, and then there were cellphones and points of reference like food courts.

"But if we get separated, meet at the food court."

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"Alright!" He smiled again. Of course who knew, the maps may not be much help if it wasn't laid out right. Or if it was multi-leveled. He'd just have to wait to see. But meeting at the food court if they got separated was always good.

And the cellphones would work. If he had actually brought his with him. He sort of forgot about it in his dorm.

"Man, when's the bus gonna get here? It's cold." He hopped a little and gave a few punches to keep warm.

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Yamamoto laughed at the other's antics, bouncing on his own toes as a particularly bitter wind bit at them. He licked his lips, pulling the nice coat that Kaoru had bought him closer around himself.

"Hey, there it is!" he pointed, and jumped on as fast as possible, heading for the back where the door couldn't let so much cold air in.

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Zell happily followed him, glad to be out of the cold. As soon as he sat down he sneezed again. An older woman gave him a small smile and handed him a tissue.

He took the tissue and wiped at his nose. "Stupid dust," he mummbled to himself before bringing his legs up and pulling them to his chest to warm up.

After a couple minutes, he felt better, lifting his head to look around, his mood brightened again, showing his usual smile. It was weird, cold never really bothered him that much before. "So do ya like the snow?" He asked, making conversation after his cold spell.

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"It's really different from California!" he laughed, looking out the window at the powdery substance that still littered the ground.

And indeed, it was different. It was like being in a whole other universe or something.

"California is all about the warm weather," he admitted, grinning a bit sheepishly as if that was somehow his fault. "We never got any snow, but the water could get chilly this time of year. I could walk around in shorts, if I wanted to, half the time."

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He grinned. "Yeah I heard it could be warm, I didn't think it would be that warm. I couldn't even think of wearin shorts in the winter."

He paused looking out again. "Ya see that." He pointed to a part where the snow was undisturbed, not even the grass was poking through. "That's how it's like at home." He grinned again. That's how his grandpa liked to practice. In the snow. He never understood why, but he loved his grandpa. After he passed away, that's when he decided to take up martial arts too.