The Smallest Game {/oPeN}

[Tokiie Shibata]

"I Hope That While Everybody’s Out Smelling Flowers

Someone Is Taking The Time To Plant Some}

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The day was hot and humid, with little breeze, making it worse then it already was. Tokiie found himself panting a bit here and there throughout the day, stopping when he realized it, and then going right back when he wasn’t paying attention. Stupid boy; he was no dog. He was a fish, and fish don’t pant. Basis of behaviour came and went easily enough; Tokiie easily passed the surprise test that had everybody groaning right up until the end. It wasn’t as if he had never seen that stuff before. Actually, he had already learned that stuff in the big book on human behaviours that his mother got him when he was only a naïve little boy; yet to learn what the world was really about.

Anatomy II was a bit harder, but still nothing way over his head, and no homework from that class today too. It was unusual, but he wasn’t going to contest it at all. His creative cooking class was going to take place in about an hour, more or less, depending on when the teacher wanted to get there, so Tokiie decided that a little break was in order. He thought that maybe spending some time outside would do some good before going into a stuffy, hot kitchen.

Tokiie wandered, aimless and bored, for a good amount of time. He watched people walk by, carrying on with their lives. It was something he liked to watch; he had made it a game for himself. He tried to guess what each of them were feeling, what they were thinking as it was written out on their face. Some were more difficult then others, while some had everything written out in bold on their foreheads. It was a game, and Tokiie loved playing games.

He had walked past the house made of glass many times in the past, but this was the first time he stopped in front of it. A big sign on the front told him that it was the school’s greenhouse; filled with plants and flowers of various species. He pushed open the clear door and was met by a wall of hot, sticky air. For a moment, he wondered if it was such a good idea to go in and see what it was all about, but curiosity got the better of him and he walked in, shutting the door behind him.

After a few minutes of looking around, he found a bench and sat down, setting his side-slung bag down beside him. Actually it was pretty nice in here, once you got used to the suppressing clamminess. Tokiie let his shoulders relax as he watched some people walking in and out of the glass house. The little flowers he was sitting next to were rather pretty; purple and hanging down like grapes, in large bunches. He reached out, feathered his fingers over a bunch, then dropped his hand back down to his bag.

The day really was beautiful, was it?

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T-A-G: open
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