Outside, In The Sun [OPEN]

[oxymore]

Alright, so he had never really been one for exercising, but there was one thing that Vittorio did like about the track - it was outside, a long span of ground to cover, and he could just walk and stare up at the clouds. Or perhaps at passing bugs, if they caught his fancy more than the clouds.

A wide smile seemed to be plastered on the Italian's face as he meandered slowly down the track, not really staying in any one lane, and certainly not moving at a pace that could be qualified as anything above "leisurely". His eyes were not fixed ahead of him at all. Instead, they wandered from the sky to the ground to the air around him and back upward once again, only stopping every so often to more closely inspect something for a few moments longer.

In a sudden desire to not be walking anymore, Vittorio suddenly stopped dead and just flopped onto his back on the ground. As he did so, a tiny garden of flowers and grass sprouted beneath him to somewhat cushion his fall, creating a sort of bed for him to lie on. His arms folded behind his head, he stared up at the sky, still smiling amiably as he spoke aloud, though he didn't know or care if anyone was around to hear. "That-a one looks just-a like a bunny!"

[immy]

(Do you mind if I join you?
You can ignore this, if you'd rather.)

Admit it. No one likes being cooped up in school for long periods of time. And, it's not bad at all that one decides to skip a day of school to just relax and ease the level of stress only a student can receive during the repetitive days of studying, learning, and following rules, Or, in Mason's case, be in the grand outdoors to get rid some of that tension of his school life.

Though normally, Mason would be indoors, at the dojo, to do his weekly 'bouts, but it was stuffy, and there were usually other people in there as well. He need to be somewhere quiet and where he could practice his forms, not having to worry about "accidentally" hitting another student or breaking school property. Though both of those incidents aren't what Mason would consider "bad", but it may give him a bad reputation.

Mason closed his eyes and took a deep breath in of his surroundings, having found a nice, flat piece of grass with a patch of flowers growing just a few feet away from where he was standing. After doing some basic warm-ups and stretches, the Asian boy lighted his fists, as he was accustomed with them on during his bouts, and started a round of his basic forms before hitting at anything advanced.

After having taking a moments of rest and catching his breath, Mason mentally noted how bad out of shape he was as the flames in his hands had grown somewhat dimmer. "Last one. . .I'll be done after one last go throu-," Mason spoke out loud as he readied himself, though his train of thought broke when a voice yelled out something about a bunny!?!?

He staggered for a moment and trips over himself into the patch of flowers, that he had saw some minutes before. His fiery hands died out, but not leaving a circle of burnt flower around them, and Mason had narrowly missed the boy who was laying down in the middle of all the petal madness.

[oxymore]

_{(Eeee, I don't mind at all! I like playing with new people. Especially when they almost accidentally squish Vittorio. XD Also, forgive me if I misinterpreted how Mason fell... ;A; )}

There was nothing that could have warned Vittorio of his impending danger. Because even if Mason had been the loudest person in the world, Vittorio would still have paid absolutely no mind to him. Currently, he was much too absorbed in his cloud-gazing to care that anyone was nearby, and that was the way it was going to stay.

That is, until very suddenly there was somebody only a few inches from his face, impeding his view of the sky, and looking down at him. The face looked a little freaked out, if Vittorio was judging right. And it looked a little unfamiliar. But then, most faces looked a little unfamiliar these days.

Almost instantly, Vittorio's own face broke into one of his signature beaming smiles and he reached up to pat the boy above him on the shoulder amiably. "Ciao!" he greeted brightly, still not seeming to realize that he was not only just almost crushed but also almost burnt. "What are you-a doing all the way out-a here?"

Vittorio seemed content to stay exactly where he was despite the fact that it was now obvious that he was rather in the way of things. "Did you-a want to look at-a the clouds with me?"

[immy]

(Nah, it's okay! I'll just work with what you wrote!)

After a moment as staring at the other boy's face, Mason jumped back onto his feet as he gave a look at the other, as Mason processed what had been spoken.

From what Mason could tell, the other was speaking in a very strange Italian accent - if you can even call it an accent! The only other thing that stood out from the "Italian", besides his clothes covered in petals, was his even stranger haircurl. Mason furrowed his brows slightly as how a hair could curl into "square" angles rather than just curling like what it should look like, but he decided not to go into that as the Asian boy spoke to the other.

"W-What are you doing out here?!?" Mason answered the other's question by asking his own. "Who in their right mind would just lay in the grass where anyone could step on you!?!"

Though the invitation to sit and watch clouds, ignoring the rest of the world and its surprises, was tempting, Mason was still feeling ticked off that he had to stop his exercises early. After thinking a while, that Mason was now living on "The Land of Gifted Freaks", he made his hands burn larger and hotter, unsure what the "Italian" would do, though probably nothing; his laid back attitude had proved it.

[oxymore]

Wow! This boy was getting really worked up over nothing! Vittorio thought this was one of the silliest, most marvelous things in the world. Not moving from where he was comfortably lying in his little bed of grass, Vittorio beamed up at the boy now standing over him.

"I'm-a watching the clouds!" Vittorio answered fairly promptly, still looking completely unperturbed. "They're-a very pretty, you know. And they always look-a like really neat things!" Of course, that was only true for as far as the imagination could take it, but Vittorio had never really cared about things like that. He very obliviously ignored the second part of the question, though. Simply because, well, he didn't necessarily consider anyone to really be in their "right mind".

After a few moments of silence after his beaming reply, Vittorio's eyes suddenly widened just a little bit and his mouth formed a small "o" shape as he looked at Mason's hands. "Your hands are-a on fire, by the way," he commented idly, thinking that it was probably a good idea to let people know when their hands were on fire. He knew he wouldn't ever want his hands to be on fire, after all. It didn't sound particularly pleasant. Just very hot, actually...

[immy]

"Oh wow. I never noticed them there. Thanks for telling me; I would've gotten scarred for life if I hadn't been warned!" Having doubts that his sarcasm would barely scratch the other boy, Mason let the flames in his hands to fizzle out slowly on their own. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the other; he was getting even more and more curious at the Italian's peculiar attitude at the Asian boy. Perhaps the other boy was like this dim all the time, though Mason thought that perhaps all Italians were like this but how was he to know. He had never met one until today by accident.

After comfortably allowing himself to sit down cross-legged onto the grass beside the "Italian", Mason turned himself to the other boy. "Name's Mason. Mason Huang," Mason on gave the "Italian" a brisk nod before leaning back, using his hands and arms as support, as he stared into the sky.

It was nice to be out there, not worrying about school at the moment. And, the clouds were nice to look at too. Even one of them looked like a panda! Mason nearly had exclaimed that he had spotted his favorite animal out loud, but he was able to contain himself and just smile meekly, as he continued to distantly gaze at the distance.

(Awkward post is awkward. . .OTL)