Momentum

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Characters: Kyouya [hostclubmommy] and Sefton [polarisation]
Location: The Ootori Group's Tropical Aqua Garden. An indoor pool area!
Time: Vaguely during the Tarot Card plot.
Summary: Sefton bumps into Kyouya.
Warnings: These Air Treks are used by professionals. Do not try these speeds at home. Keep out of reach of children and small pineapples.



Kyouya adjusted his glasses and surveyed the gardens. So far, everything had been going well. They'd removed the more dangerous reptilians and moved all the switches away from places where idiots with water guns might hit them. If there was one thing Kyouya's friends could do as no one else could, it was demonstrate how nothing is ever fool-proof. Their creative stupidity was boundless and ideal for such tests as these.

But now that they had made their adjustments, everything seemed fine. The garden would be ready for opening in under a month and Kyouya would have performed admirably in this little test handed out by his father.

So, Kyouya made a final note in his laptop before standing up, drinking the last of his lemonade, and heading out towards the exit. He wasn't smiling, of course. There was no one to smile for.

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[polarization]

Sefton groaned quietly, sitting up while clutching the arm he had landed on. The wheels on his skates continued to spin with a quiet hum as the motors churned and eventually ground to a halt. Taking a moment to gain his bearings, the fact that he must have hit someone instead of something was something he tried to ignore while he took stock of himself.

Except that he couldn't ignore it any longer when the somebody asked him a question, and then when he realized he recognized the voice. Sefton swiveled to face the other teen - the one that persistent blond guy apparently was friends with - and felt something crack inside. With the amount of force that crash had... who knew how deeply the guy had been messed with?

Sefton felt as if he was shaking, but he knew it was more of a mental thing than physical. He scrambled onto his feet, carefully keeping the weight on the front wheels, and nodded. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," he replied, forcing himself to let go of his bruised arm while trying to look casual about it all. "Are you okay?"

More than that, why was he there in the first place?