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[whitehotfame]

Who: Ishida Yamato, Takenouchi Sora
When: November 8: 5 PM
Where: Where Sora works, cafe, elsewhere?
What: Yamato's picking Sora up from work--UNEXPECTEDLY?!

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[scarlet_sora]

"Well then excuse me."

Sora smiled and gave actknowlodging nod to the manager as she pushed the door.
It let out a cheery chime, which scattered into the winter air along with her breath. Shivering slightly at the sudden drop of the temperature, she pulled out a pair of red gloves and put it over her thin fingers.

"There."
Speaking to herself, she clapped her hands lightly, bringing it into a lock.
She lowered her head, gazing down to her sneakers, which kissed the carpet of fallen leaves that matched shade of her eyes.

She breathed in deeply as slight depression came about her.

'Autumn...'

She bit her index knuckle.

'Reminds me of the taste of red tea, after our first date.'

For a moment, she just stared at a leaf, remembering the bitter taste of the plain tea in her mouth.
Smiling, Sora pocketed her hands into her pocket, deciding to grab a cup of tea from the place of nostalgia.

'It's been awhile since I've been there...'Thinking to herself, Sora smiled, rethinking back to her awkward self then

[whitehotfame]

Upon hearing his name he perked up a little, looking over at her and exhaling. Ohhh its Sora. He bent down to rub out his cigarette and tucked it back into the package carefully, pocketing the entire thing and standing straighter. The Ishida man pushed himself up off the wall and started over to meet her half-way as she walked to him.

Was he nervous? No, not really. Wait, was he?

He smiled a little bit and slowly started to walk with her, easily falling into step beside her as they walked in the direction she was going--wherever she was going. "Hey, I kind of came to pick you up at work. Want to get some tea or something?"

[scarlet_sora]

Sora chuckled at the invitation and nodded.
"That would be wonderful."
She commented politely, tucking a stand of hair behind her ear.
"It's a pleasant surprise- thank you for coming to get me."
She pulled her multi-coloured scarf with flower embroidary over to her face, quietly whispering 'cold', as she hid her blush.

It sorta reminds me of the middle school days.
Thinking to herself, Sora brought her hand under her chin and supressed a chuckle, biting her tongue out in a small raspberry.
More so because I was reminescencing about it just now.

Looking ahead at the sky, Sora stepped on forward, her steps in slight hop in leave-laced pavement. Though he was one of best friend of all time, there was always something about Yamato that made her self-concious.
Shivering a little as the cold air pinched her skin, Sora pocketed her hands and looked over at her friend, and met eye to eye with him.

To hide her awkwardness, she forced a small laugh.
"How's life?" She started casually, thinking in her head whether to go to the tea shop or

[whitehotfame]

Of course they would be going to the tea shop. Yamato had the route planned by heart, especially when he was with Sora. He gave her an easy smile that showed a small tint of awkwardness as well, not really knowing how to act around her anymore. In days gone by, he might have pulled his arm around her or given her his jacket... but both actions were extremely inappropriate now. He simply gave a shrug and continued to walk with her, looking straight ahead once more.

"Not much to tell; life is still the same as it always has been. The only difference is that I live on my own. I mean," he started as he looked over at her, "I still have to go see my dad at least once a week to make sure he hasn't become trapped under a pile of dirty laundry and dishes... and I make sure he's eating correctly instead of just having coffee, cigarettes and combini food all of the time