Day Star
Bloody Inspired
[This RP is for @WhimsicalWriter and I, please don't post unless you're invited. ^.^ Oh, and Whim (may I call you that, btw?), I set this at the end of the first season; if you want a different time, just let me know.]
The bus jolted as it hit a pot hole, and Makoto clutched at his seat, wincing. The school hadn't exactly been happy with all of them - what with the whole getting disqualified at the meet thing - and they'd only grudgingly given them enough money to rent a really, really crappy bus. Could be worse, the tall teen told himself, pushing back his sweaty brown hair and staring out the window. They'd only just started their trip, but it was pretty obvious that the bus, in addition to being run down, was not gifted with air conditioning. God it's hot.
He was actually surprised they'd managed to persuade the administration to let them go, but why look a gift horse in the mouth? At least they were gonna get to go to a different pool; he'd heard it was pretty nice. And, while slightly doubtful that water polo would actually help their swimming, it'd still be pretty fun to do. At the thought, Makoto turned to his seat partner, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Hey Haru!" he said, eyebrow raised. "I'm surprised we actually got you to come. You do know that you have to swim head-up free with water polo, right?"
The bus jolted as it hit a pot hole, and Makoto clutched at his seat, wincing. The school hadn't exactly been happy with all of them - what with the whole getting disqualified at the meet thing - and they'd only grudgingly given them enough money to rent a really, really crappy bus. Could be worse, the tall teen told himself, pushing back his sweaty brown hair and staring out the window. They'd only just started their trip, but it was pretty obvious that the bus, in addition to being run down, was not gifted with air conditioning. God it's hot.
He was actually surprised they'd managed to persuade the administration to let them go, but why look a gift horse in the mouth? At least they were gonna get to go to a different pool; he'd heard it was pretty nice. And, while slightly doubtful that water polo would actually help their swimming, it'd still be pretty fun to do. At the thought, Makoto turned to his seat partner, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Hey Haru!" he said, eyebrow raised. "I'm surprised we actually got you to come. You do know that you have to swim head-up free with water polo, right?"