okteiviakom: ([x] weetiny: happy)
Octavia Blake ([personal profile] okteiviakom) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2019-11-17 04:48 pm

The Streets of Fandom, Late Sunday Morning

Bellamy had not taken well to Octavia's disappearing act on Friday. There'd been kind of an argument over it, actually, because come ooooooon, Bel, she'd already been here a bunch of times and nothing had happened to her! And she usually never got to go anywhere on her won, because she never got to go anywhere at all! It wasn't fair!

There'd maybe been some tears, actually.

But she'd stuck around him for all of Saturday because she hated making him worry.

... But then Bellamy had slept in on Sunday and experience had taught her it might be the last day, and Friday had been fine and so she'd snuck out again, still wearing a jacket that was too big for her and that had a small stuffed bunny peering out from one of the pockets, though the pockets weren't filled with cookies anymore.

Because there were also a couple of sandwiches in there. Along with all the cookies, because, cookies.

And now she was just roaming the streets around the island with no particular destination in mind. Sometimes, she hid behind corners when she saw strangers coming down the street - because while she thought she was safe, unfamiliar adults still kind of concerned her - but mostly she was just excitedly peering in through shop windows, occasionally ducking with a tiny 'eep!' when she caught someone actually looking back out at her.

[ooc: Open streets, open post!]
sake_shinigami: (*shun-kun - awkward)

[personal profile] sake_shinigami 2019-11-18 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
".......yes," said Shunsui.

Although that incredibly long pause before he said it should probably be a little concerning.

But he would try!
sake_shinigami: (*shun-kun - awkward)

[personal profile] sake_shinigami 2019-11-18 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Shunsui blinked at Octavia and her very very serious look, his shoulders maybe slowly creeping up a little under it, because this was starting to feel like an awful lot of responsibility, and he wasn't too good with responsibility.

But then his eyes drifted downward, toward his feet, which were clad in wooden geta sandals, which he now dutifully bent over to slip off and hold in his hands.

"Yes," he assured her now with a nod of a bit more confidence.

...although, really, Shunsui, it probably was not the potential noise of your geta on cobblestones that would be the issue here.

But, like the narrative said, he would try!