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Drop top, how we rollin' down on Collins South Beach
[ It's an afternoon like any other in April, crisp and clear skies, the air dusted with the soft tufts of falling sakura blossoms as the trees begin to shed for the changing seasons. With it always comes the promise of something new, something different, and she can practically feel the hope and excitement buzzing through the air as the students finish the first day of the new year. Many are looking forward to a new beginning, a new chance to either salvage their grades or, perhaps, to make new friends and join new clubs. It's a season of promise.
But as much as that remains largely true for her, it's also the start of the end of her life as she knows it. She's only in her second year, but even now her father has lined up tutors after tutors to instruct her on how to perform exactly perfectly on her exams to prepare her for university. It helps that learning comes naturally to her, and for whatever reason she doesn't have to study quite as hard or as diligently to yield the same results, but her father insists that she attends to her lessons all the same.
"You will be the next head of the family business".
These are the gruff words spoken through a magnificent snow-white beard of her father, and she can practically hear them even now as she walks from her school. She bypasses the chauffeur in the black western car waiting outside the gates of the school for her, just as easily as she pushes those words to the back of her mind. Now's not the time to worry about such things, after all. Not when she's set to meet someone soon, and it wouldn't be courteous to the one she's meeting if she comes to him with a furrowed brow and a frown.
It's an easy train ride and a few blocks away of walking to a certain park, and in that certain park is a certain someone. She recognizes him immediately... but she does not go to him immediately. ]
Guess who~?
[ He'll find two hands coming up behind him, a soft giggle decorating her words like a bell. ]
But as much as that remains largely true for her, it's also the start of the end of her life as she knows it. She's only in her second year, but even now her father has lined up tutors after tutors to instruct her on how to perform exactly perfectly on her exams to prepare her for university. It helps that learning comes naturally to her, and for whatever reason she doesn't have to study quite as hard or as diligently to yield the same results, but her father insists that she attends to her lessons all the same.
"You will be the next head of the family business".
These are the gruff words spoken through a magnificent snow-white beard of her father, and she can practically hear them even now as she walks from her school. She bypasses the chauffeur in the black western car waiting outside the gates of the school for her, just as easily as she pushes those words to the back of her mind. Now's not the time to worry about such things, after all. Not when she's set to meet someone soon, and it wouldn't be courteous to the one she's meeting if she comes to him with a furrowed brow and a frown.
It's an easy train ride and a few blocks away of walking to a certain park, and in that certain park is a certain someone. She recognizes him immediately... but she does not go to him immediately. ]
Guess who~?
[ He'll find two hands coming up behind him, a soft giggle decorating her words like a bell. ]
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But then, it's Yata. Him doing dangerous things anyway doesn't surprise her. ] ...Alright. [ She replies, but only after a moment.
And then she smiles at him. ] I promise.
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But Zelda is too trusting and she knows him too well to really think he was going to hurt her. It's that which has him exhaling and even smiling a bit when she agrees and promises him.]
Hehe. Okay.
[He's so happy. His heart skipped a beat?! That's what happens when you're really happy, right? With Zelda at his side and now Homra, life couldn't be better.
Shit, now he's excited. She'll!! Get to see!!!! He clenches his fists tightly and then opens them again, looking at his palms.]
Watch closely, 'kay?
[If Zelda does watch his hands, a spark starts between his hands. His face is so concentrated and determined it's almost funny -- brow furrowed and his lips pursed as he forced the fire to grow and grow.
Until it's nearly covering his entire arms.
His eyes grow wild with the flames he creates.]
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And there, right there, she sees a brief flicker of light, as fleeting as a firefly in the summer, that she almost does think it's a trick. But when she blinks again there is now a fire cupped between his hands that rapidly ignites to becomes a proper, roaring flame that envelopes all the way up his arms. Her eyes go wide and she gasps, staggering backwards as she feels the heat radiate off of him to tickle her cheeks and neck. ] --Yata, what--?!
[ Her surprise and confusion might be mistaken for fear, and perhaps indeed there is a bit of it for no living creature would be calm after suddenly exposed to such a roaring inferno so close. She looks from the flames to him to the flames and to him again until they become indistinguishable-- fire, Yata, fire, Yata-- and she wonders if that's truly the case because clearly that fire is not hurting him at all, as if it is a mere extension of himself. ] That's...
[ She swallows, and once that fear passes, her own eyes light up and suddenly she's beaming at him. ] Incredible!! Oh my goodness, look at it! The fire you've created is huge, but how is it that you're not burning either, or-- no, how is it that you can do this at all?!
[ He can expect a lot more questions, all the while she's beginning to pace, looking at the flames and him from multiple angles. ]