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15 June 2012 @ 11:12 am
Coincidence  
I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock this morning, knowing that I had to get up to meet up with some friends. Last week, we all agreed to play basketball together since it's been so long since we last played and saw each other. I picked out a plain white shirt and a pair of jogging pants to wear for today's agenda. I also grabbed a jacket in case it gets cold later. When I got downstairs with my sports bag that I packed last night, everyone was already eating at the table. My brother laughed at me because he already ate most of my favorite viands. I immediately sat beside him and ate what I could then left to arrive at the basketball court in time.

Since the basketball court was not that far and I needed to warm up, I decided to put my earphones on and listen to some music while I jog on my way to the court. I had a smile on my face as I closed my eyes and breathed the fresh air brushing my face as I ran. It felt so good to run without any worries. I remembered how it was like when I was in the track club. It felt nice to feel young again. 

Now that I'm almost at the court, I decided to run faster until I saw a familiar blue-haired man a few steps away from me. I stopped running and walked towards him, curious as to why he was there. He had his back to me, so I placed a hand on his shoulder before I spoke. "Tsukimori? What brings you here?"
 
 
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Tsukimori Len: scoffsseisoprodigy on June 15th, 2012 01:03 pm (UTC)
The shopping district was of no great interest to me and yet I found myself surrounded by a multitude of people and products all the same. I didn't know why such ridiculous things keep happening to me every time I go out of the house during a weekend. I should have locked myself in my room just like any other day. Now I'm in some foreign place and if I wasn't so pissed, I would've been disoriented by the unfamiliarity.

It started out as a relatively fine Saturday morning. I had woken up at eight and practiced the violin for three hours before I had breakfast. There was nothing out-of-place; except that I realized there were no eggs in the fridge and I really wanted eggs. My appetite is as fickle as my moods and I had no choice but to indulge it. My grandparents were at some event again so I was left to figure out where I could buy eggs.

I got out of the house then with a fat wallet on the pocket of my gray hoodie. While walking, it only occurred to me that I have no idea where to go specifically. I reached the shopping district, sure, but of all the eight stalls I went to so far, none of them were selling poultry. Is the world coming to an end? I don't get this. I don't get shopping. I don't get food. I don't get why I even bothered going out of the house.

Disgusted by letting a whim overtake my better judgment, I decided to walk out of the shopping district. I wasn't even that hungry anyway. I need to start with playing the organ soon so I suppose I can just eat bread with peanut butter in the meantime. That should be an acceptable sustenance. What matters now is my music.

So I started towards the direction of my house. I was walking for about ten minutes or so when felt someone touching my shoulder. "Tsukimori? What brings you here?"

I looked behind me and was surprised to see Hihara-sempai. I didn't know what to say but I casually wriggled my shoulder free from his hand. Clearing my throat, I finally spoke up. "Just...heading back home."