[Closed Log]

[notjohnsmith]

WHO: Kyon & Haruhi.
WHERE: Outside the school.
WHEN: Roughly sunset.


Kyon made sure to sneak out of the school building half an hour early, winding a circuitous path around the back of the school grounds, because when certain random factors were in play, there was no such thing as being too careful. Reaching the front of the school, and pausing briefly to massage some warmth back into his arms -- it was colder than he'd expected -- he glanced behind him briefly.

Nothing out of the ordinary. Good. That was exactly the way he wanted it.

Now it was just a matter of trying not to shiver and waiting to see if his plan survived first contact with the enemy. He glanced at the angle of the setting sun, critically, and called up the weather report on his phone, receiving its verdict with a grimace. Never mind what the app said, it was definitely the cold that was making his arms break out in gooseflesh under his uniform jacket. This was a precision operation, with absolutely zero paranormal factors involved, so there wasn't any reason to be getting nervous. It was just cold.

Comments

[themelancholyof]

In the spectrum between dull and extraordinary, prom would likely in Haruhi's own world have rated only muted excitement; although she'd have viewed the opportunity to get dressed up favorably and she did hold something of a superstitious soft spot for these "once-in-your-youth" paradigmatic events during which exciting anomalies were statistically much more likely to occur, much like school festivals and summer vacation it would have primarily held interest for her as an opportunity to do something unnecessarily over-the-top and obnoxious rather than as an event in its own right.

Here in New Moore was an entirely different story, however, and after her experiences at Homecoming in the fall she was barely able to contain her enthusiasm. She'd of course made attendance at prom mandatory for club members (not that it'd really changed anyone's intentions), and she was currently hard at work thinking of how to finagle a club member (probably Kate) into the dance crown once again. So it wasn't a lie when she'd told Kyon that she didn't mind staying late.

Speaking of which, it was about time for her to meet him in front of the school, so she began loping cheerfully toward the main entrance. There was something to be said for this good mood, anyway; lately she'd been feeling more than a little blue.

[notjohnsmith]

Kyon was loitering outside the front door of the school building, long since locked by janitorial staff, irritably holding his elbows and insisting to himself that he was cold. The balmy evening continued its silent disagreement, and the sun was just slipping out of sight, when he heard the echo of approaching footsteps, erased his glower, and turned back to look at the door, raising a hand to wave as Haruhi came into view on the other side.

[themelancholyof]

There's no need for any more than a cursory greeting since they've seen each other just a few hours before in class, but Haruhi was in a good enough mood to waste the extra energy, and she waved brightly back at Kyon. It was rare enough that he take the initiative in club activities! -- but then she supposed that isn't really true, not for a while now.

It was the work of a few seconds to take out and use her keys, and then the door swung open.

Offering to make him copies flitted through the back of her mind, but truthfully she preferred the power having them gave her.

[notjohnsmith]

"Thanks," he said, glancing away for just a moment as she opened the door and then stepping in. "I just need to get something I left up in the clubroom earlier."

That much was true. The more complicated explanation would be that, shortly after Haruhi occupied the clubroom after school, Kyon had asked McCall-san to get her out of the room for just a moment so that he could leave the thing he needed to come back for, but he had absolutely no intention of discussing that side of things.

Dammit, why was it cold inside the school, too?