ext_202008 ([identity profile] notachick.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute 2010-01-06 03:16 am (UTC)

[skipped a hall from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/781393.html?thread=64124497#t64124497)]

Okita turned the corner from the southern hall and stopped. As he suspected, there were a lot more people here, moving about, standing and waiting to meet others. He couldn't let them see him as he continued on toward the female block, not decked out as he was in his Shinsengumi attire, or it might attract attention to--

He smelled cake. The same cake he'd eaten so enthusiastically but 20 minutes prior. The smell of it was unforgettable, especially since it was strong - meaning the cake was whole. Who in their right mind would carry something that delicious around and not eat it?

Standing up a bit straighter, Okita scanned the hallway, stepping out a bit further into it, as he tried to catch a glimpse of whoever was simply carting their dessert around. If they didn't want it, maybe he could sidle up next to them during a meal and bum it off them.

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