Areum searched Kenji’s eyes as he queried her. Don’t play the oblivious card, the girl mentally hissed. “You tell me,” Areum nearly spat, eyes narrowing at the male before her. She pushed past him and entered the women’s locker room that had been a few strides away. She stripped down in a stall and tossed the jumpsuit on, then tying on a pair of combat boots she had brought in a small drawstring bag. Areum shoved her belongings in a locker before sealing it shut. Before she stormed out of the locker room, she glanced at herself, taking note of the unfriendly exterior she was presenting. Then, she shoved the door open and found herself a seat in the hundreds of spots that adorned the pavilion.
Hatsuo stepped out of the car and took in the size of the stadium before him. He whistled as he walked in, receiving his uniform. In search of the men’s locker room, he poked his head around a corner where a familiar pair stood, seemingly arguing. He retreated back a bit as not to be seen, recalling their faces from the article he had read so long ago. With a smirk, he turned around and headed towards the men’s locker room, which he spotted during his session of eavesdropping. “Trouble in paradise,” he murmured in a singsong fashion as he opened the door. Like Areum, he swapped clothes and pulled on his own combat boots. Rolling up the monotonously-toned sleeves, he stepped out and claimed a seat in the arena’s stands, slumping down in it.
Hatsuo stepped out of the car and took in the size of the stadium before him. He whistled as he walked in, receiving his uniform. In search of the men’s locker room, he poked his head around a corner where a familiar pair stood, seemingly arguing. He retreated back a bit as not to be seen, recalling their faces from the article he had read so long ago. With a smirk, he turned around and headed towards the men’s locker room, which he spotted during his session of eavesdropping. “Trouble in paradise,” he murmured in a singsong fashion as he opened the door. Like Areum, he swapped clothes and pulled on his own combat boots. Rolling up the monotonously-toned sleeves, he stepped out and claimed a seat in the arena’s stands, slumping down in it.