War meetings. [Reserved]

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Title: War meetings. [Reserved]
Setting: Boutique (Saturday; 4:30 PM) ➝ California (June 15, 1846 ➝ Mexican-American war over California)
Characters: Morimoto Ryutarou and Chinen Yuuri.
Rating: PG

This was Ryutarou's first time here. Looking around, he surveyed the costumes with a hint of disdain. On the left was what he assumed to be the wild west,

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Narrowly avoiding a flying shoe, one Chinen Yuuri found himself spending his Saturday afternoon under a stationary wagon, trying to avoid unwanted attention from the western looking men. He was dressed similarly to the loud, angry men, though his black hair, brown eyes, and untanned skin gave away his family background. Really, the boy did not want to know how they took to foreigners here

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Ryutarou's eyes widened when he finally realized that he shouldn't be standing in spot, dazed and wondering if he was in a dream. Because evidently it wasn't. And evidently, he'd get hit by a wagon if he didn't move. Stumbling a couple of steps backward, Ryutarou felt a arm grab his.

Jerking forward with a gasp, he was dragged under the wagon that was about to kill him, and met eyes that belonged to a very asian looking male. Taken by surprise, his breath hitched. Ryutarou had a hard time making out the male's words; quiet for a moment as he pieced together the question from the words he heard, surrounded by the screaming.

"Ahh! Too? You're from the boutique?" Ryutarou asked, a look of small hope glinting in his eyes. Maybe he could leave this world, as strange as it is, with the smaller male's help. And forget the entire experience as a dream.

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He let go of the other's arm and moved back to give them space. There'd been a documentary he'd seen in class on small animals and their skitterish behavior once. Personally, Chii didn't think that the other boy looked particularly dumb, but the delay between his question and the response he got made him ask himself if the other boy was a little on the slow side.

Chii nodded, doubts vanquished; this boy was in the same boat. Or rather, they were under the same wagon. Sighing, Chii lay down on his back, head tilted to look at the other boy closely. Yeah, he'd definitely seen those clothes earlier. "Chinen Yuuri, ne. You?"

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Deciding he had to calm himself, Ryutarou took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Dropping his shoulders and twisting his neck, he assumed a more comfortable position as the male lied down on his back. "Oh, um. Morimoto Ryutarou," Ryutarou said with a nod.

Taking a closer look, Ryutarou had to guess Chinen-san was younger. But not my much. "Was this your first time at the boutique too?" Ryutarou asked, holding his breath and hoping Chinen-san knew a way home.