( It's a sound that makes Kuroko halt in his tracks, as if physically jolted to a stop by an invisible force. He whips around, turning in the direction that he sound had come from, something intimately familiar in a city full of unfamiliarity. Without a second thought, Kuroko suddenly bounds into motion, running as quickly as he can toward the nearby basketball court. It's something to hold on to, something that he cares dearly about.
Perhaps it will make being in this strange place a little more tolerable.
He arrives just in time to see the ball bouncing along the paved surface toward him, reaching out to it and catching it with a well practiced hand. It's only after he has the ball secured that he turns to see where it had come from. The familiar pale hair comes into sight, bringing with it an accompanying feeling of relief, even if he isn't one of his closest friends. )
Another familiar face.
( Kuroko says to Mayuzumi, then tosses the basketball back his way with the belief that he'll catch it. He draws closer, his sneakers carrying him quietly nearer to the taller boy. )
Eeeee!
Perhaps it will make being in this strange place a little more tolerable.
He arrives just in time to see the ball bouncing along the paved surface toward him, reaching out to it and catching it with a well practiced hand. It's only after he has the ball secured that he turns to see where it had come from. The familiar pale hair comes into sight, bringing with it an accompanying feeling of relief, even if he isn't one of his closest friends. )
Another familiar face.
( Kuroko says to Mayuzumi, then tosses the basketball back his way with the belief that he'll catch it. He draws closer, his sneakers carrying him quietly nearer to the taller boy. )