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cakesnake ([info]cakesnake) wrote in [info]savedacitydesu,
@ 2013-01-02 02:02:00
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A taste of magic?! The shocking supernatural subway!!!
Who: Itsuki, Takuro, open.
What: On the way to school.
When: The day after the discovery of magic.
Where: The subway + the way to school.



It was a misty morning. Most mornings in the city were specially foggy, humid and cold. The sky was a deep gray, with the colors of sunrise dulled to the point that the clouds had taken a faint, rosy hue, but they had resisted any higher saturation than that.

Itsuki much favored the first half of their walk to school. It was the part that happened topside, before they had to take the train. Then he could breathe morning air, and watch the city wake up. He was a morning person, as Takuro would have learned in the earlier days of their shared tenancy: Itsuki was always up by the time he'd wake up, making breakfast, taking out the trash. He was a little adult in the body of a somewhat lanky teenager.

This was not the case that morning. Yes, breakfast - and food for school, complete with bento boxes for two - had been made. Trash had been dealt with, but Itsuki didn't look like he'd gotten as much sleep as he'd needed. There was just a hint of eyebags under his eyes, and his steps were slower, less eager than usual. He didn't seem any less happy than usual. In fact, he had been quiet... lost in thoughts of his own. He'd greeted Takuro as cheerfully as always, but hadn't gone on to prattle about the sculpture club, or about basketball, or about this or that, as they walked among the rows of houses and small apartment buildings, and street lights that were still on to fight the last of the gloom of the dying night.



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