Lost, or Found? :. + Open +

[Akihito Narahiko]

Was he already lost?

It was barely 3:00 PM, and Narahiko had already gotten himself lost. He has spent a few hours wandering around town, and a few hours in the bookstore he had found, indulging himself in the scent of the never-turned pages of the books. As he took long strides in the black pants he wore, the pale pink button-up shirt was buttoned up all the way, the golden wristwatch he treasured worn on his right wrist, Narahiko passed by a shop with a beautiful necklace, with a dove dangling from the silver chain.

The dove was framed in silver, but adorn in gleaming diamonds. "That's... beautiful..." He muttered, stopping mid-stride. The bell hanging above the door rung as he swung the door open, going straight to the cashier. "Can I buy that dove necklace, in the display?" Narahiko asked, pointing back to the window. As he made the purchase, he wondered why he was so impulsive. Who was he going to give it to anyways? It wasn't like he was about to wear it himself.

He thanked the cashier, walking out to the streets with the paper bag with his purchase in it grasped in his hands.

What was he to do now?

[Hinamori Amaya]

Amaya wandered the town aimlessly with her sketchbook to her chest, and bag to her arms. It had been awhile since she had drawn anything and she wondered if her skills had rusted, she was looking for an object, a beautiful item, to draw. Something with a lot of detail, something advanced. It was her way of practicing, drawing Vritra would have to wait.

She stopped for a moment, remembering that Vritra had left without saying goodbye properly. Her faced turned red as she shook her head, she couldn’t think of anymore sad things for right now, she thought she would become as depressed as she was before.

Amaya shut her eyes tightly and had began running she wouldn’t stop until her she was tired.

Then,

Thud…

She bumped into someone, her clumsiness had gotten the best of her once again. “I- I’m sorry.” She said rubbing her head, “I wasn’t watching where I was heading to.” She looked up to see a light haired boy in front of her.

OOC: Hope you don't mind if I join. :)

[Akihito Narahiko]

"Oww..." Narahiko muttered, falling to the floor. What had just hit him? A child? A animal? A bird? No, none of those. In front of him, on the floor, was a girl, rubbing her head. Long, brown hair surrounded her face and milky skin, with eyes the color of olives. Not very tall, judging from where he was standing-- no, sitting.

"Are you alright, miss?"

He had gotten up and dusted himself off. Holding out his dominant hand, or left hand, he offered it to the girl to help her up.

"Was I blocking your path, miss? If so, I'm very sorry."

It was so like Narahiko to apologize, even if he was not at fault. His golden wrist watch was around his right wrist, dangling just so tightly that it wouldn't fall off his slim wrist.

Just who was this girl, anyways?

Who she was mattered not to him, he only apologized because he knew it was a good, gentlemen-like thing to do.