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Day Five: Did Someone Say Sashimi? ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
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Narrator's Perspective. our protagonists are hanging outside, in the pool, on their most comfortable clothes, in their Lacoste swim trunks, (Y/N) borrowed Kokonoi's as his waist is the closest to hers and not to mention . . . his was better than the two piece glowing and sparkly ones Sanzu had offered to her earlier. who knows where he got that? Sanzu might have stolen it from the dead for god's knowledge. also, swim trunks is better to wear within five-hundred foot range in a pool with the Bonten guys. specially if you're the female executive. lust might overcome them and leave the grill forgotten.
Ran and Rindou's under the shade created by the parasol close by the pool, chilling with an icy cold lemonade as they lay on their deck chairs, a bottle of sunscreen on the ground and a pair of matching shades covered their eyes as the two conversed, or rather, placed their bets on the dumbasses racing in the pool.
Kokonoi and Mochizuki's far from the pool, on the other side of the lawn, playing their own version of golf, using the DIY's they found and made around the premises as they did not expect to be playing as they are right now. Paper cups were used as the hole, dustpan serve as their golf clubs and a few paper were matched together to create a replica of a golf ball. (Y/N) stood besides the two, acting as the muse while carrying a tray of orange juice and two glasses. Mochizuki's hat was transferred to her head to use as protection from the blazing, angry sun.
