[this is his third time in the caves. the first two ended up being met with two individuals inside the tunnels, leading to adventures in their own rights. traps, animals, weird conversations, but luckily no battles or enemies resulting from either encounter. though they did end up finding some treasures of their own, which touya carted back to his place. well, his share at least. while he's drawn a crude map of the cave system he's traveled, both are only good from the entrance he originally came through each time, so this time, he's starting a third map to at least trace his way back.
and string. he did go into the marketplace to procure some string.
not that touya's much prepared for cave diving. he doesn't plan on going too deep, so a single bag of some tools to make sure he can find his way back is the only thing he's brought with him. well... that's the only visible thing. he's got bags with him. stuffed in his pockets for carrying any interesting thing he finds down here.
a voice? touya glances up, brows arching in curiosity about who he's going to meet this time (he won't go deep by himself; he's not an idiot). only to flatten a second later when he recognizes that voice.
seriously? of all the people, he's gotta run into shouto again. the hell's he saying? flowers? vials? enough for a pot? more? least he can put a few things together.
what an idiot.
touya flares a blue fireball in his hand and lobs it shouto's way. far more a welcome than jumping out of the dark at him. he's standing on a ledge nearby, one foot propped on a stone and his arms crossed over his bent knee. watching the other boy below.]
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and string. he did go into the marketplace to procure some string.
not that touya's much prepared for cave diving. he doesn't plan on going too deep, so a single bag of some tools to make sure he can find his way back is the only thing he's brought with him. well... that's the only visible thing. he's got bags with him. stuffed in his pockets for carrying any interesting thing he finds down here.
a voice? touya glances up, brows arching in curiosity about who he's going to meet this time (he won't go deep by himself; he's not an idiot). only to flatten a second later when he recognizes that voice.
seriously? of all the people, he's gotta run into shouto again. the hell's he saying? flowers? vials? enough for a pot? more? least he can put a few things together.
what an idiot.
touya flares a blue fireball in his hand and lobs it shouto's way. far more a welcome than jumping out of the dark at him. he's standing on a ledge nearby, one foot propped on a stone and his arms crossed over his bent knee. watching the other boy below.]