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 followed Kyouya once again, trying his best to hide his awkwardness, guilt and confusion. Hiding how sore his arm felt was the easy part. At least the building didn't have anything against people wearing skates inside, since it was one of the few activities allowed on the indoor track. "Tropical Aqua Garden?" he repeated. One of the patrons looked up as he passed, and Sefton didn't fail to notice the odd look he received for the question. He simply shrugged, thinking the person was confused as to what Kyouya was referring to - as far as he knew, there was nothing like that within the town.

What was "the private offices" to Kyouya turned out to be the manager's office for Sefton. While the other teenager waltzed right inside and retrieved something from one of the filing cabinets, Sefton waited outside the door, unnoticed by the busy manager, and watched in mounting uncertainty. Was the manager really that oblivious to not notice...?

With Kyouya's back turned, it presented the perfect opportunity for Sefton to run. Instead, he took a quiet, shaky breath and forced himself to stay. Meltdown later, Sefton. Focus on the now, then get the hell out.