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thoughtformed2014-01-25 09:04 pm
notjohnsmith) wrote in thoughtformed2014-01-25 09:04 pm
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Who: Kyon & Haruhi.
What: Totally not a date ending in stabbing. Well, sort of.
When: backdated to Friday evening, Jan 24.
Where: The streets of New Moore.
In Kyon's opinion, any activity which required him to carry a forty-pound backpack probably didn't meet the qualifications of a date, since a pack mule could have played his role just as well. It wasn't entirely clear to him whether they were geocaching, benchmarking, or warchalking at any given moment, but as tired as his shoulders were, the confusion helped to keep his interest alive. Planting clues and prizes for treasure hunts and marking the area with encoded symbols would have been simple enough, but for efficiency's sake, they were also hunting for any secret markings or surveyor's marks left behind by city planners and civil engineers.
So far, the secrets of the city had yet to unravel for them, but the backpack was getting lighter, they were on their second roll of electrical tape, and through vigorous argument, they'd expanded their vocabulary of hobo sign-code by a dozen new invented symbols, meticulously catalogued.
Still, thinking of the confusion and headaches of future scavenger-hunters was enough to give Kyon a happy moment of schadenfreude.
"Hey, Haruhi, what about that alleyway?" He pointed down the narrow, dingy gap between the buildings, a glint in his eye. "If we want to test the courage and moral virtue of knights on quest, somewhere like that should be appropriate, right?"
What: Totally not a date ending in stabbing. Well, sort of.
When: backdated to Friday evening, Jan 24.
Where: The streets of New Moore.
In Kyon's opinion, any activity which required him to carry a forty-pound backpack probably didn't meet the qualifications of a date, since a pack mule could have played his role just as well. It wasn't entirely clear to him whether they were geocaching, benchmarking, or warchalking at any given moment, but as tired as his shoulders were, the confusion helped to keep his interest alive. Planting clues and prizes for treasure hunts and marking the area with encoded symbols would have been simple enough, but for efficiency's sake, they were also hunting for any secret markings or surveyor's marks left behind by city planners and civil engineers.
So far, the secrets of the city had yet to unravel for them, but the backpack was getting lighter, they were on their second roll of electrical tape, and through vigorous argument, they'd expanded their vocabulary of hobo sign-code by a dozen new invented symbols, meticulously catalogued.
Still, thinking of the confusion and headaches of future scavenger-hunters was enough to give Kyon a happy moment of schadenfreude.
"Hey, Haruhi, what about that alleyway?" He pointed down the narrow, dingy gap between the buildings, a glint in his eye. "If we want to test the courage and moral virtue of knights on quest, somewhere like that should be appropriate, right?"
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It was the simplest thing (well, she'd have admitted under duress, clutching her roll of electrical tape a little bit tighter, maybe simple wasn't the right world), but it was amazing the way it opened things up. Lights seemed brighter, the air felt cooler and cleaner - even as she was aware from experiencing her own moods that this was finite, that it wouldn't last, it didn't matter to her in the slightest because she couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun.
Hefting her own (remarkably smaller and lighter) bag over her shoulder, her mouth settled into a triumphant grin. A more self-aware or cautious girl might have blinked twice at the grimy-looking alley, but she reached out and gripped the edge of his sleeve and pulled him toward it.
"Couldn't have come up with a better place myself!"
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But he was past the point where he needed to hide the fact that he enjoyed that. Even if there was still plenty he hadn't quite come clean about, that was definitely clear, wasn't it? Just the fact that he'd helped plan this and showed up early when it was time to go... there was always something worthwhile about Haruhi's face when she realized she couldn't fine him for being late. It was an ongoing cold war of early arrivals, and before long they might be as much as an hour early for their... expeditions. But that wasn't bad, either.
"This is far enough, isn't it? Much farther and there's no chance they'll even see it from the street..."
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Considering for a moment, she finally flashed a grin up toward Kyon, other hand still gripping his sleeve. "I suppose we should give the beginners a fair shot, huh?"
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Whether he sounded skeptical or not, he was grinning back. Ah... this wasn't the right time or setting to be giving in to certain impulses, but when they were so close and he smiled up at him like that... he flushed, just slightly, possibly invisible in the bad light, and glanced away.
"We could tape one of the ammunition boxes to the wall at eye level. From a distance, it might look like a breaker box..."
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"Hmm, that sounds good, but won't it be too obvious?" Her tone was thoughtful but her expression edged on manic. This wasn't how she'd envisioned high school - there were certainly enough extraordinary people around, but she privately found most of them embarrassingly mundane - but somehow it was better.
"Aren't breaker boxes normally higher?"
She scanned the alley for something to climb on, muttering a cursory comment about maybe needing a boost in a second. Suddenly, impulsively, she turned back to him.
"You've been a lot of fun since you were a kid, huh? Even though you tried to deny it back then."
It was the first time she'd talked about a New Moore event of her own volition. It was also, come to think of it, possibly the first time she'd ever really teased Kyon. Or, to be completely honest, anyone in years. But what the heck!
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