[CLOSED LOG]
Who: Aoyagi Ritsuka overcomplex and Yukimi Kazuhiko onehandedly
What: A little after Ritsuka fell into the dolphin pool, Ritsuka is going to borrow a towel from Yukimi. Since his is MIA and there aren't any around the pool.
When: The night he fell into the pool it wasn't that long ago.
Where: 3-16, Yukimi's room. Then idk. It'll probably stay there.
Why: Because logging is fun and I'm a logwhore? SERIOUSLY I'll log with anybody ohgod someone save me. And Ritsuka and Yukimi-papa are kind of adorkable and need to be logged.
Rated: PG because like hell will this get above that. And PD for Possible Diabeetus.
Style: UH prose I guess, but subject to change. Depends on if we're lazy??
He's still drenched as he walks down the hallway. It doesn't really occur to him that he should just go back to his own room and change his clothes, since kids never really do realize those simple kinds of things, and getting a towel seemed most logical at the moment. His shoes make a slooshing sound as he walks, and even his heavy fur lined coat isn't helping in keeping him warm during this trek to 3-16.
He shakes his head as he goes and cold droplets fall free from his thick mop of hair. He ....has too much hair. Sometimes he wonders if he should just cut it short, but ... he's fond of it the way it was. He'd probably end up growing even longer, in all honesty. But that doesn't matter now. Even though his mind is racing and trying to focus on anything else but the cold to keep him from shivering, it isn't helping much. His teeth chatter a bit.
Think about something else. This is nothing. It's just cold. I can handle it. This is nothing. It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't ...
This is either going to land him with a cold or a fever. He hopes it's a fever since those never last as long as colds. That would be nice. He glances at the numbers on the doors, finally, to see if he's there yet. The numbers have been going up, so Yukimi's room is actually closer than his own (3-16 compared to 3-28) so he figures that this was the smart thing to do, anyway. It'd probably take him another 10 minutes to get to room 3-20.
-- Ah! He's here.
He shifts uncomfortably in front of the door for a few more moments, despite being freezing and now slightly feverish (his breathing is slightly labored and his face flushed, my post icon is a good idea of what he looks like) but he feels awkward. He's never been to this room before. After a few more seconds of deliberation he takes a deep breath and knocks.
Here goes something.
What: A little after Ritsuka fell into the dolphin pool, Ritsuka is going to borrow a towel from Yukimi. Since his is MIA and there aren't any around the pool.
When: The night he fell into the pool it wasn't that long ago.
Where: 3-16, Yukimi's room. Then idk. It'll probably stay there.
Why: Because logging is fun and I'm a logwhore? SERIOUSLY I'll log with anybody ohgod someone save me. And Ritsuka and Yukimi-papa are kind of adorkable and need to be logged.
Rated: PG because like hell will this get above that. And PD for Possible Diabeetus.
Style: UH prose I guess, but subject to change. Depends on if we're lazy??
He's still drenched as he walks down the hallway. It doesn't really occur to him that he should just go back to his own room and change his clothes, since kids never really do realize those simple kinds of things, and getting a towel seemed most logical at the moment. His shoes make a slooshing sound as he walks, and even his heavy fur lined coat isn't helping in keeping him warm during this trek to 3-16.
He shakes his head as he goes and cold droplets fall free from his thick mop of hair. He ....has too much hair. Sometimes he wonders if he should just cut it short, but ... he's fond of it the way it was. He'd probably end up growing even longer, in all honesty. But that doesn't matter now. Even though his mind is racing and trying to focus on anything else but the cold to keep him from shivering, it isn't helping much. His teeth chatter a bit.
Think about something else. This is nothing. It's just cold. I can handle it. This is nothing. It's nothing. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't ...
This is either going to land him with a cold or a fever. He hopes it's a fever since those never last as long as colds. That would be nice. He glances at the numbers on the doors, finally, to see if he's there yet. The numbers have been going up, so Yukimi's room is actually closer than his own (3-16 compared to 3-28) so he figures that this was the smart thing to do, anyway. It'd probably take him another 10 minutes to get to room 3-20.
-- Ah! He's here.
He shifts uncomfortably in front of the door for a few more moments, despite being freezing and now slightly feverish (his breathing is slightly labored and his face flushed, my post icon is a good idea of what he looks like) but he feels awkward. He's never been to this room before. After a few more seconds of deliberation he takes a deep breath and knocks.
Here goes something.