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[ioncandyknife]

Who: Hisagi Shuuhei [shoohay] & Luki [ioncandyknife]
What: T A G ♥
Where: Around the fountain.
When: Early afternoon, sure, why not.

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[shoohay]

Shuuhei generally likes children; Luki is no exception to this clause, since she showed a sense of optimism that seemed to be diminishing day by day in Nuadoria. It was why Shuuhei accepted her offer to play tag. Besides, he didn't mind spending some time with them. So here he was, walking towards the fountain like he said he would over the communicator, a complacent expression over his features

[ioncandyknife]

Ah! Immediately, Luki lights up at the sight of a figure heading for the fountain -- with an ever-so-slight lag to his walk, is he hurt? -- and waves her arms above her head, fur-trimmed sleeves slapping in the air. "Hi, mister! Luki was waiting!" He really did come! This is great! Maybe Luki will finally get her entertainment.

And then she jumps off the top of the fountain centerpiece and lands just in front of him with the crunch of pavement smashing underfoot -- a spiderweb of cracks radiate out from beneath her feet -- but she doesn't really care about that, just straightens up and looks at Hisagi with bright mis-matched eyes and the cutest smile you've ever seen -- (but aren't her teeth a little too white and sharp there?)

"What's your name, Mister? Because Luki reaaaaally really wanted someone to play with, and Mister is the first to answer!"

[shoohay]

Oh look what a cute little girl. Shuuhei raises his left arm a bit to offer a lazy way of sorts, before she jumps, landing in front of him, cracking the pavement before her-

What.

Instinctively, Shuuhei jumps back and immediately places his left arm over the hilt of his sword, that look of usual indifference slowly... ever so slowly... turning into a scowl. "Your idea of tag," he finally starts, completely ignoring the little girl's question. "What is it." It's not a question-it's more like a demand, at this rate. He leans forward, sword drawn by a mere millimeter, ready to defend if the time calls for it.

No one gave him the memo that there was a crazy mismatched girl with a freakin' powerhouse engine or something that's running her body what the hell going around-

-maybe except Badou, but really. Who the hell listens to Badou, anyways.

[ioncandyknife]

Oooooh, what's this? Hand to a -- sword! And it looks juuuust a little bit like Fuu-sama's, so maybe that means this guy is strong, too, and maybe really good at games! That would be great! But no, no, Luki doesn't get her hopes up too much just yet -- she's been disappointed by weak people before -- so she just laughs ever so brightly, hand-and-sword-arm clasped behind her back.

"Haha, silly! What other kind of tag is there?" It's almost odd, how happy and innocent and sincere she sounds, standing there with little crumbs of shattered concrete dotted around the soles of her shoes, the fluffy ends of her sleeves almost dragging on the ground. "Tag is when one person is the It, and the It tries to catch the people running away!"

(Of course, she uses the term "catch" fairly loosely. In some cases, it's just a light bop to the head. In others, well -- not so simple. But far more fun! ♥)

"So is Mister not going to say his name?"