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[thebearstars]

WHO: Hokuto Sumeragi (thebearstars), Demyx (doofus_sitar).
WHAT: Going for ice cream!
WHERE: The ice cream parlor by Hokuto's apartment building.
WHEN: Afternoon of Day 138?

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[doofus_sitar]

Demyx got all ready excitedly with a simple white polo shirt and a pair of khaki pants with a black belt in the belt loops. He walked down the street briskly, a small brown bag in hand. He had heard Hokuto had been sick. So, he got out to go get her some medicine. Simple, over the counter, cold medicine. Well that's what he hoped she had.

He stumbled past a few people, quickly letting out an apology here or there. His eyes were focused on a small notecard in his hand, the address of her apartment written down. But, he didn't notice the trash can on the side of the street. Demyx soon found himself falling over the trashcan, tumbling to the ground with it. Trash flew up into the air and so did his brown bag. The small bottle of cold medicine rolled out and in front of Hokuto's feet as Demyx laid there in the trash, a banana landing on top of his mullet head.

"....Ouch."

[thebearstars]

She'd been sitting on the steps, listening to the sounds of the street with her eyes absently closed when a loud crash and tumble nearby startled her from her daydream. With a slightly bewildered look on her face, her gaze trailed down to her feet where a bottle of cold medication had rolled up against her boots. Leaning down, she picked the bottle up, tracing its trail backwards to where a familiar figure lay tangled in trash.

"... Demyx?"

She stood up and hurried to his aid, gingerly removing the stinky banana from his head.

[doofus_sitar]

Demyx blinked with a startled gasp as he looked up to see Hokuto herself. With wide eyes he quickly stood up tall and dusted himself off of dirt and other miscellaneous garbage. He cleared his throat and looked down at his hand to see that the bag was gone and suddenly paled. Where had it...

He stared down at her hand and sighed. Well at least it didn't break or anything. Demyx stood tall again and puffed out his chest as if nothing was wrong, besides the blood that was dripping out of his nostril, though he didn't even seem to notice. The sitarist grinned widely. "You ready to go?"