047 [fourth of july action spam!]

[twinknife]

[Damn this city gets CROWDED during a festival! Peeling out of the crowds below, Yosuke starts picking his way up the hillside, guitar-shaped hardcase in one hand and a plastic bag full of beer swinging from the other. The crowd is still sparse this far up, as the sun is only just beginning to set, and people are still too preoccupied with catching the tail end of the daylight hours to bother worrying about fireworks.

Which is what finds Yosuke standing at the crest of one of the highest hills in central city's famous park, in the shade of a morose-looking willow tree. With a shout that disrupts some of the other early birds scattered sparsely around them - mostly families and couples snuggling on blankets - he waves down the hill to his partner, who is currently carrying the other half of their gear.]

Hey, over here! This spot's perfect!!



((ooc: at the fireworks tonight? Feel free to run into these dips. Friends of said dips, feel free to drop by and hang out!!))

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[twinknife]

[While Souji busies himself with that, Yosuke cracks open the hardcase and pulls out a nondescript acoustic guitar. Setting himself down on a nearby tree-root, he strums once and grimaces at the tone.]

What, like one of those parties where people dress in neon and shake glowsticks around to drum and bass? That... almost sounds worse.

[He spends some time tinkering with the guitar, tuning it to his liking, before pulling out a few quick triads, hands sliding easily up and down the neck of the guitar. Satisfied, he props it against the tree and turns to check on Souji.]

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[Taking his time to lay out the blanket properly, he pulls the edges taunt (or as taunt as they'll stretch on the grass) before flopping down beside his friend, leaning back on his hands.]

I never thought I'd hear that from you.

Are you taking requests?

[twinknife]

Hear what? That techno music is lame?

[Kicking off his shoes, he climbs onto the blanket and pulls the bag of snacks towards him with one hand, rooting through it with the other. Finally settling on a mars bar, he opens the foil and takes a meditative bite, other hand going for the guitar. Hanamura Yosuke: god of multitasking.]

Sure.

[Shooting Souji a rather sardonic look.]

Oh, and before you ask - no, I don't know how to play "Sandstorm".

[yearoftruth.livejournal.com]

[Souji lounges next to him, glancing off just long enough to miss that sardonic look of his. When he looks back, it's with an amused smile, and it's hard to tell whether or not he was going to ask for it.]

... Well, I'm out of ideas.