◣ atsushi ◥:

Atsushi blinked twice, as he smoothed out the slightly wrinkled paper brought to him. “A festival, huh … “ Things ranging from games to rides and prizes were all advertised and it certainly looked like a good time. “They’ll be here in the city next week– - we can go during the weekend. I think it might be one of those festivals too, where you wear a yukata. We should go pick some out together after work, with Naomi-san and Yosano-sensei. They’ll have better fashion sense than I do. How does that sound?”

◣ ✿ ◥ Well, he certainly thought it out further than she did, and probably a good thing too. Kyouka was still a child, after all, still impulsive and would still rather wing it than make actual plans. Good thing for Atsushi and the other questionably mature adults that surrounded her now. “That works.” She tilted her head, leaning over to read upside down from where he held the flyer. “We should tell Kunikida-san.” He’d want to know so that he could schedule accordingly, especially if they were supposed to work the day they picked for the festival.