Lonely no more? We shall see.

[swingswallow]

{Takeshi's heading to the beach to train with Kojirou some. He feels as though he's been neglecting the poor bird. It had to stay in it's box the entire time at the onsen. He's dressed casually and has his sword slung on his back. He had over all like the trip to the onsen certain discretions aside and planned to thank the younger Hayato if he saw

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[smokin_bomb_59]

[There seemed to already be someone on the beach, his pant legs rolled up as he stood near the shore. The water was lapping against him, but he really didn't seem to mind too terribly much. As if he sensed the other's presence, he turned to look at Yamamoto.]

" . .Takeshi. . . ?"

[swingswallow]

{Well shit. Not that he wasn't happy to see Hayato but...}

Hayato. How did your stay at the onsen go? I didn't see you much.

{Because after night one I avoided you like the plague.}

[smokin_bomb_59]

[He frowned softly, as if bothered by something.]

". . . It went alright, I suppose. . . I. . did a lot of thinking. . ." [He moved out of the water, towards the other.] ". . . Mostly about. . .us. . ." [His expression was unreadable as he spoke.]

[swingswallow]

{He's getting nervous because generally he can read Hayato like a book and hearing that "us" seemed like a wonderfully misleading hopeful thing.}

...Ah....us? I thought we....

{He really can't finish that sentence.}