Random, pointless Kensuke fluff abounds ahead as Davis and Ken visit a bazaar and a stone fountain in the park.
Saturday Afternoon
By Six
On Saturdays the streets were always crowded, filled with the hustle and bustle of city life. Vendors set out their wares on vividly colored patches of fabric and sturdy little stilted tables for public viewing and purchasing. Davis thrilled in dragging a slightly less enthusiastic Ken down the vivaciously hectic streets to search for unique bargains and to marvel at the visual feast.
Sometimes he took pictures of interesting or out of the ordinary people selling things, or Ken bending down to get a closer inspection of the stamp on a piece of pottery. He even managed to get a Jamaican man with long, dark dreadlocks and a forty-year-old woman with a poodle who walked by to take a few shots of them together.
Davis would stop from time to time, childishly jumping for joy, insisting that they purchase a pair of white porcelain teacups with flowers down the handle or a lumpy yet supple and soft orange handmade sweater that he found on sale. Ken would remind him that they could buy those things in mall downtown where they would be of better quality, but they always bought it anyways, Ken reaching for his black leather tri-fold wallet that they had bought last month while Davis clung gleefully to his other arm wearing a vibrant smile that lit up Ken's day.
When they had had their fill of the fiercely tinted mats and miscellany of the fête, they would leave, usually with a few bags containing picture frames and numerous other trinkets they had deemed must have, and head towards someplace to sit down and rest their weary feet. A great stone fountain with no particular shape or design was a much-loved spot of theirs.
On that fountain, the sun shone through the leaves making intricate patterns in the rippling water as it lapped at the stones. Davis dipped his hand into the glistening water, running them trough the cool liquid and letting it slip through his fingers in little waves and rivets. Children ran by, giggling and playing a game of tag, thoroughly taking pleasure in the cheerful summer day.
"Hungry?" asked Ken, watching the hypnotic motion of Davis swishing his hand back and forth in the water. Davis looked up questioningly.
"There's a little diner over here that serves breakfast all day long and I know how much you like pancakes" Ken offered, standing up from the edge of the fountain where he had been sitting.
"Pancakes?" asked Davis in a small voice, his eyes widening with hope as he stared up at Ken.
"Pancakes." Ken confirmed, reaching for Davis's wet hand. The redhead took the opportunity to snap another picture, catching the perfect look in Ken's violet eyes. After an initial moment of surprise, Ken's pale hand grasped Davis's tanned one as he pulled him up, and the pair walked hand in hand up the road to the small little diner at the corner where they served pancakes all day and didn't think anything of two guys holding each other's hands.
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What do you think... am I worthy of going on? Do you like it... do you hate it? Do you want to wish me a happy birthday six days early?