( to avoid letting anyone know that he was going out, yukine ended up sneaking out of his window. living with his parents wasn't the same as living with his aunt, primarily because they actually kept tabs on his whereabouts while he could pretty easily leave the the house whenever he wanted before. yukine figures he can't really fault his parents for it, but it sure is goddamn annoying. he liked that sort of freedom! thus, he'd left at first opportunity before his parents did something like suggest a family movie night and kept him all night.
he's nowhere near the playground, but yukine has been in the park for the last half hour trying with all of his concentrated might to convince a small black cat to let him take a picture of its face. so far, he's not had any luck and he's mostly given up and flopped onto the nearby grass where he's been softly trying talk to it. not that he expects it to understand! but he's hoping that maybe he can woo it into letting him at least pet it.
somehow it becomes liquid as soon as he tries to get his hand near it, perfectly contorting itself into weird shapes to avoid contact. )
Geez, so stingy.
( quietly, he attempts to meow at it. as if that'd work. )
september retrospec post ❄ yato
and what if i'm already there? WHAT THEN
( to avoid letting anyone know that he was going out, yukine ended up sneaking out of his window. living with his parents wasn't the same as living with his aunt, primarily because they actually kept tabs on his whereabouts while he could pretty easily leave the the house whenever he wanted before. yukine figures he can't really fault his parents for it, but it sure is goddamn annoying. he liked that sort of freedom! thus, he'd left at first opportunity before his parents did something like suggest a family movie night and kept him all night.
he's nowhere near the playground, but yukine has been in the park for the last half hour trying with all of his concentrated might to convince a small black cat to let him take a picture of its face. so far, he's not had any luck and he's mostly given up and flopped onto the nearby grass where he's been softly trying talk to it. not that he expects it to understand! but he's hoping that maybe he can woo it into letting him at least pet it.
somehow it becomes liquid as soon as he tries to get his hand near it, perfectly contorting itself into weird shapes to avoid contact. )
Geez, so stingy.
( quietly, he attempts to meow at it. as if that'd work. )