Post by Akira Nakajima on Feb 10, 2014 0:08:28 GMT -5
Akira was not one to really care too much for huge gatherings of people. Mostly, it was the fact that there just happened to be so many faces all around. Of course, the fact that it was noisy and dangerous was another thing. Now, that was not to say that he disliked things like festivals. In fact, he really did like them. But he didn't like being involved with them too much. He found watching from the sidelines to be more enjoyable. Seeing people come together like that, making all that noise and it all being fun and games was great. Being in the middle of it? It was just a bit of a headache. You couldn't observe anything- too messy and busy. A spot on the sidelines was infinitely better in that regard. Plus, more comfortable, and it usually included a seat.
Unlike his usual outings to things like this, in which he'd go in full drag and trap any number of people to his whims, the boy was taking this festival seriously, if only for the time being. Dressed as appropriate for the tradition, the boy wore a yukata. His hands were safely free to be seen. The design was simple- from top to bottom, alternating rows of long strips of dark blue and thin strips of a slightly lighter blue- and definitely seemed fitting for a mature male. Because of that, despite his almost girlish face and his ponytail, most did not assume he was a girl.
Now, the boy was waiting on someone near the bottom of the steps to the shrine. Numerous people, young and old, male and female, proceeded up the steps. Some seemed vaguely familiar. Others, the majority, seemed completely alien to him. Some had come up to him, mostly girls, hoping to drag him up with them. He declined in each case. That sort of person bored him. Besides, he had made a promise. Or an offer, at least. He would be accompanying Kurokawa Rukako. He hoped to use the visit as a means of speed-leveling her social prowess and giving her emotions a good kick-start. Worst-case scenario, she'd just have fun. He wasn't expecting a failure. Not at all.
After all, he was the Student Council President.
Unlike his usual outings to things like this, in which he'd go in full drag and trap any number of people to his whims, the boy was taking this festival seriously, if only for the time being. Dressed as appropriate for the tradition, the boy wore a yukata. His hands were safely free to be seen. The design was simple- from top to bottom, alternating rows of long strips of dark blue and thin strips of a slightly lighter blue- and definitely seemed fitting for a mature male. Because of that, despite his almost girlish face and his ponytail, most did not assume he was a girl.
Now, the boy was waiting on someone near the bottom of the steps to the shrine. Numerous people, young and old, male and female, proceeded up the steps. Some seemed vaguely familiar. Others, the majority, seemed completely alien to him. Some had come up to him, mostly girls, hoping to drag him up with them. He declined in each case. That sort of person bored him. Besides, he had made a promise. Or an offer, at least. He would be accompanying Kurokawa Rukako. He hoped to use the visit as a means of speed-leveling her social prowess and giving her emotions a good kick-start. Worst-case scenario, she'd just have fun. He wasn't expecting a failure. Not at all.
After all, he was the Student Council President.