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citynet2023-08-18 11:50 pm
theskyaccepts) wrote in citynet2023-08-18 11:50 pm
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un: tsuna27; text and action
Ever feel like summer goes by too fast sometimes?
[Being trapped in an increasingly strange city notwithstanding.
And that's probably the source of Tsuna's worries. He can't help but feel a little homesick. If he was back home, he'd probably be anticipating the start of school, savouring the last few chances he has to goof off with his friends. There would be a festival, they could watch the fireworks together. But they're there and he's here. It kind of sucks.
It's late evening, turning into night as he types out his message. He's found an old playground near his apartment. An old metal and wooden affair that he probably would have avoided as a kid. One of those classic death traps. There's a metal merry-go-round not too far away, and a rickety-looking teeter-totter. Tsuna himself is standing on top of a metal curvy slide that's probably about a size taller than it should be to be safe. That he is there probably says something despite his timid nature. There's a wooden play structure nearby with some more slides and a fireman's pole. Some swings that look in about the same condition as the teeter-totter.
Tsuna glances between his phone and the sky, looking thoughtful as the night settles in.
ooc: available before or after the event, since he'll probably come back here after some time in the mall.]
[Being trapped in an increasingly strange city notwithstanding.
And that's probably the source of Tsuna's worries. He can't help but feel a little homesick. If he was back home, he'd probably be anticipating the start of school, savouring the last few chances he has to goof off with his friends. There would be a festival, they could watch the fireworks together. But they're there and he's here. It kind of sucks.
It's late evening, turning into night as he types out his message. He's found an old playground near his apartment. An old metal and wooden affair that he probably would have avoided as a kid. One of those classic death traps. There's a metal merry-go-round not too far away, and a rickety-looking teeter-totter. Tsuna himself is standing on top of a metal curvy slide that's probably about a size taller than it should be to be safe. That he is there probably says something despite his timid nature. There's a wooden play structure nearby with some more slides and a fireman's pole. Some swings that look in about the same condition as the teeter-totter.
Tsuna glances between his phone and the sky, looking thoughtful as the night settles in.
ooc: available before or after the event, since he'll probably come back here after some time in the mall.]