[It doesn't take too long for Tsuzuki to make it out to the park. He's wearing the pair of shorts he's found with all of the extra pockets, to make room for the small sheaf of mulberry paper strips, the brush case, and the ink he's bringing along. His phone, too, just in case he can't recognize Hakari. Since he has no idea what the other shinki looks like.
He should probably have asked, he reflects, stopping nervously at the path by the park's edge and scanning the few people out this time of day. Some are strolling together, some others seem to have come here alone. Hakari should be alone, right? And looking like he's (or she's) looking for someone?]
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He should probably have asked, he reflects, stopping nervously at the path by the park's edge and scanning the few people out this time of day. Some are strolling together, some others seem to have come here alone. Hakari should be alone, right? And looking like he's (or she's) looking for someone?]
Hello! Hakari?
[And, hopefully, in earshot?]