Post by Haruka Fukuhara on Jan 27, 2012 17:28:09 GMT 1
Haruka’s feet were never still as soon as the ball was near her; she was rolling it back and forth under the sole of her boots; those were another reason why she was warm. Haruka had been crazy enough to wear shorts out here in the cold, but she had been smart enough to wear sheepskin boots to keep her warm. It was paying off now; especially since she hadn’t gotten the exercise that she thought she would. Her newly found companion – friend – was smarter than she was; although Frida was cold, she was at least wearing running pants.
But the problem was that she was still cold. And Haruka was pretty sure that if one was stuck with asthma, colds weren’t the best. After all, they clogged up the airways and all and made breathing difficult. She decided to trust her senior’s judgment, nodding simply and letting the matter pass, idly concentrating on the soccer ball as she tagged after Frida.
“You’re still cold,” Haruka frowned, the matter still bothering her persistently. Frida had managed to earn her respect and it was bothersome to see her so cold and freezing even though she was there. Haruka would have gladly given her jacket up, but that wasn’t very good at preserving the warmth in their short walk back. Absentmindedly, she drifted closer, as though heat would radiate from her form. To be honest, she was still quite surprised at seeing some other person doing any sort of sports in the cold and wasn’t completely convinced that Frida was going to survive. And she also liked seeing her smile. “Is there nothing else I can do?” She asked, not finding her sudden prodding strange – after all, she usually just listened to her instincts and they told her to make sure that Frida didn’t catch a cold.
But the problem was that she was still cold. And Haruka was pretty sure that if one was stuck with asthma, colds weren’t the best. After all, they clogged up the airways and all and made breathing difficult. She decided to trust her senior’s judgment, nodding simply and letting the matter pass, idly concentrating on the soccer ball as she tagged after Frida.
“You’re still cold,” Haruka frowned, the matter still bothering her persistently. Frida had managed to earn her respect and it was bothersome to see her so cold and freezing even though she was there. Haruka would have gladly given her jacket up, but that wasn’t very good at preserving the warmth in their short walk back. Absentmindedly, she drifted closer, as though heat would radiate from her form. To be honest, she was still quite surprised at seeing some other person doing any sort of sports in the cold and wasn’t completely convinced that Frida was going to survive. And she also liked seeing her smile. “Is there nothing else I can do?” She asked, not finding her sudden prodding strange – after all, she usually just listened to her instincts and they told her to make sure that Frida didn’t catch a cold.