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Who: Okita, Florian, Kaylee, Yuffie, and free to anyone else who wants to jump in! (posting order flexible. that is to say, go for it!)
Where: Outside on the grass~
When: Right after Souji called for volunteers.
Rating: G or PG for possible antisocial behavior (i.e. Yuffie stealing things |D)
Summary: A game of tag.
the Story: There was really nothing better for taking one's mind off unpleasant things than a game. Okita tilted his face towards the sunlight as he left the darkness of the Mansion's entrance hall, beaming up at the warmth of the sun. Really, there was no point in sitting inside and moping! He was the one who'd grow mushrooms, at this rate. Little yellow spending-too-much-time-in-his-room mushrooms. And it would be very embarrassing to explain the next time he saw his vice-commander.
He skipped out into the grass, the soft straw sandals he'd chosen over his blocky wooden geta hardly making any noise. It wasn't that he couldn't run in geta; if the ground had been soft or muddy, though, he'd never get the ingrained mud out of the wood. Or out of the hem of his white kimono.
Clasping his hands together and stretching his arms up over his head, he waited for the other players to arrive.
Where: Outside on the grass~
When: Right after Souji called for volunteers.
Rating: G or PG for possible antisocial behavior (i.e. Yuffie stealing things |D)
Summary: A game of tag.
the Story: There was really nothing better for taking one's mind off unpleasant things than a game. Okita tilted his face towards the sunlight as he left the darkness of the Mansion's entrance hall, beaming up at the warmth of the sun. Really, there was no point in sitting inside and moping! He was the one who'd grow mushrooms, at this rate. Little yellow spending-too-much-time-in-his-room mushrooms. And it would be very embarrassing to explain the next time he saw his vice-commander.
He skipped out into the grass, the soft straw sandals he'd chosen over his blocky wooden geta hardly making any noise. It wasn't that he couldn't run in geta; if the ground had been soft or muddy, though, he'd never get the ingrained mud out of the wood. Or out of the hem of his white kimono.
Clasping his hands together and stretching his arms up over his head, he waited for the other players to arrive.