Post by kimiko matsumoto on Mar 29, 2014 19:51:28 GMT -8
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Plastic embellishments on the t-shirt of the troubled teen shone with a somewhat tacky sheen, their angles refracting the ever bright sun rays. It was another warm day in San Fran, in fact, perhaps too warm; what should have been a pleasant warmth from the sun's rays was now feeling a little violent, intrusive. The 5 foot wonder exhaled, panting like a dog in the Sahara.
Well, it didn't help that she was playing volleyball before.
Wriggling out of her uncomfortable cardigan, the teenager set her eyes on the prize - the ball in the hands of the player opposite. Jump set, or something like that, right? It didn't really matter much to her. She just had to play to keep herself entertained for the time that Kona was there for Easter. It wouldn't be long until she flew back home to Japan, to enjoy her lavish university life in the best districts of Tokyo. Or rather her extended excuse for pocket money to spend on the nicest clothes to fit in with the "elites". Inwardly, the eighteen year old rolled her eyes. There was no way her twin sister could afford the lifestyle that she was putting herself through, play though the facade till the curtains of university fall. She wasn't going to change though. This was Konata Matsumoto we were talking about over here! Tying a blue ribbon onto each of her pigtails, the Japanese girl grinned as she jumped up and spiked. She would have scored.
For a five foot wonder like herself, that was always an achievement.
It was beginning to feel to hot for even just her cropped tee. Sweating profusely, the lavender lacquered fingers of the girl clasped onto the hem of her shirt, yanking it off in a swift movement, revealing a somewhat daring-for-little-Kimi-chan red bikini. But before she had the chance to go all Baywatch on us, she slips, falling backward. She winced, waiting for the familiar feeling of warm sand on her back.
But it wasn't there. And her fall was... cushioned.
Opening her eyes, she turned to look at her victim, before scrambling off of him, her cheeks just as red as her attire.
"Oh my gosh! S-sorry!"
Plastic embellishments on the t-shirt of the troubled teen shone with a somewhat tacky sheen, their angles refracting the ever bright sun rays. It was another warm day in San Fran, in fact, perhaps too warm; what should have been a pleasant warmth from the sun's rays was now feeling a little violent, intrusive. The 5 foot wonder exhaled, panting like a dog in the Sahara.
Well, it didn't help that she was playing volleyball before.
Wriggling out of her uncomfortable cardigan, the teenager set her eyes on the prize - the ball in the hands of the player opposite. Jump set, or something like that, right? It didn't really matter much to her. She just had to play to keep herself entertained for the time that Kona was there for Easter. It wouldn't be long until she flew back home to Japan, to enjoy her lavish university life in the best districts of Tokyo. Or rather her extended excuse for pocket money to spend on the nicest clothes to fit in with the "elites". Inwardly, the eighteen year old rolled her eyes. There was no way her twin sister could afford the lifestyle that she was putting herself through, play though the facade till the curtains of university fall. She wasn't going to change though. This was Konata Matsumoto we were talking about over here! Tying a blue ribbon onto each of her pigtails, the Japanese girl grinned as she jumped up and spiked. She would have scored.
For a five foot wonder like herself, that was always an achievement.
It was beginning to feel to hot for even just her cropped tee. Sweating profusely, the lavender lacquered fingers of the girl clasped onto the hem of her shirt, yanking it off in a swift movement, revealing a somewhat daring-for-little-Kimi-chan red bikini. But before she had the chance to go all Baywatch on us, she slips, falling backward. She winced, waiting for the familiar feeling of warm sand on her back.
But it wasn't there. And her fall was... cushioned.
Opening her eyes, she turned to look at her victim, before scrambling off of him, her cheeks just as red as her attire.
"Oh my gosh! S-sorry!"
