Where can I go from here?

[trainwrecking]

Who: Yuzuru Otonashi and OPEN.
Where: On on of the lit-up main roads on a snowy day: backdated to the 26th!
Summary: Otonashi is trying to honor a lost loved one's memory, collect himself after the Shadow event, and move forward.
Warnings: (P...ossible talk of character death? I guess that's always a disclaimer with these losers.)

[He wouldn't shed tears, he told himself. That isn't what she would have wanted for him, but the small snack cake in his hand? His late sister would have loved that. She probably would have urged him to try some.

Weary after donating blood just an hour before, it's in his best interest to oblige. The taste is forgettable -- or maybe he just isn't paying it any mind.

Sitting beside him on the bench is a rather large chocolate cake, (a gift with no owner now, regrettably) along with a couple of other small boxes and something wrapped in a damp envelope. His intent had once been to give these items out, but after his first rejected gift, his plans had changed somewhat. The redhead found himself sitting here instead, taking in the sight of people walking in the dimly lit roads. The warm, white lights had yet to be taken down, cheerfully glimmering on the falling snow. Children of all ages took part in an increasingly aggressive snowball fight in the park nearby, their laughter and yelling crystal clear even from here.

He had been so afraid of his memories and of the truth -- any truth -- that he can't help but desire to fold into himself to think. Nothing but snow and unclaimed gifts accompany him. Maybe he should get going; he needs to pawn off this dumb cake.

Will you bum cake off him? (Seriously he won't eat this thing..!) Tell him to move so you can park your butt on that bench instead? Throw a snowball (rude!)?]

((I will be finishing up Shadow stuff and tagging into more people's event stuff still! But I wanted something easy + an excuse for him to have gifts to give, if... he can get over his first spectacularly failed gift attempt.))

Comments

/makes up for the jerkface

[eyewillprotect]

[She was in the midst of looking for him, actually; after dealing with so many Shadows, she's become more cognizant of the troubles everyone locks away deep down inside. It's left her worried over many of her friends, and Yuzuru is no exception to that.

Her hands are folded over one another as she walks briskly. At first it might look like she's simply hugging herself for warmth, but at a second glance, it seems she's holding something...

Ah. That figure on the bench over there... is it?]

Yuzuru? Is that you?

[And so she approaches.]

[frequent_flyer]

[Hinata had lingered in the park for some time, leaning against a tree and watching the ferocious snowball fight from afar. He'd been one of those kids once. Not here. Not now. But once upon a time, he'd had no concerns aside from building the biggest snowfort and being the most efficient at making snowballs.]

[How long had it been since then? Years certainly... but how many? Just a few? Or had decades passed him by? Being dead was disorienting.]

[Finding himself suddenly longing for the security and bliss he'd known when he was alive, he dragged himself away, taking off at a brisk pace down the gently lit road. Couples walked together hand-in-hand, forcing the blunette to watch his feet as he walked. He was lonely... and his attempt to fix that had ended up blowing up in his face.]

[He lifted his eyes as the road forked, trying to decide which way to go... when he saw Otonashi sitting alone. A familiar face... Hinata forced on a smile, bending to collect some snow between bare hands, tossing it underhand at that red hair. Everyone liked snowball fights, right? Certainly a rousing round of it with his best friend would lift their spirits.]

[cirquedeignis]

[Zioryle was never a holiday person. Being social was something he always had a bit of a trouble, especially when he had someone close to him who would take the initiative all the time. But now that he was on his own, he was struggling to have the same amount of socializing he used to do back then.

Instead of striking up conversations though, Zio has picked up the habit of wandering around the city ever since he arrived this place. And it was an exception when he was outside and happened to notice someone not having the energy the others seem to have for the season. He walks up to Otonashi with a slightly concerned look on his face.]

...You okay?