So, he doesn't know how he's been roped into this, going to one of the regional matsuri with some of the other skaters in his division, but here he is, in a blue, floral yukata. He has a rather plain-looking mask settled on the top of his head as he stares around at the crowd. He loves festival food, and within minutes of arriving, he's already bought a few skewers, which he's munching on now as he follows a little ways behind some of the others that are running from stand to stand. He steps up beside Kenjirou as soon as he spots the shock of dyed red in his hair, peeking at what he's doing.
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So, he doesn't know how he's been roped into this, going to one of the regional matsuri with some of the other skaters in his division, but here he is, in a blue, floral yukata. He has a rather plain-looking mask settled on the top of his head as he stares around at the crowd. He loves festival food, and within minutes of arriving, he's already bought a few skewers, which he's munching on now as he follows a little ways behind some of the others that are running from stand to stand. He steps up beside Kenjirou as soon as he spots the shock of dyed red in his hair, peeking at what he's doing.
"Minami-kun?"