~One Sunny Weekend~ OPEN

[Shion-kun.]

Shion laid one foot on the sand, and instantly drew it back.
"Oh!" She called in alarm, before laughing to herself and making an abrupt run for it. She sprinted for the water, and quickly jumped in. She came back up, and looked around herself. She was at the private Ouran Academy beach, as were many other girls. She suddenly felt herself become self-conscience, looking upon any...well, well endowed girls. In comparison to her own tiny curves, a lot of girls looked very...let's go with "mature."

Shion was wearing a classic two-piece swimming suit. Green camo pattern, it was held up by a neck-strap. The bottom matched in a flared skirt design, but it also had a purple waste band. She dipped her head under the water, trying to push all thoughts of how tiny she was away. Shion was known by quite a few people as 'the Pole', for being long and skinny, and was even told she'd be a perfect model. (Not that she wanted to at all, the profession held no appeal to her.) But she wasn't too fond of her body. Despite the fact she was confident, she always thought she'd like to have more skin and be a little more curvaceous. This, of course, made a lot of her friends tell her she was an idiot because she had that 'popular body type' with most guys. Tiny. Still, she wouldn't mind being like her good friend Maybelle, who Shion sometimes swore got all the curves that Shion was cheated out of at birth. S he sighed and came out of the water.

At least she could look forward to this weekend, which was meant to be spent at this beach, along with the rest of the Host Club fans and the hosts themselves. Including one certain host that always got Shion's heart to accelerate...

With a sigh, she climbed out of the water and into her fluffy towel. Maybelle wasn't due to show up for at least another hour, so until then, she was left, bored.
With lack of anything else to do, she wrapped the towel around herself, she reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of sparkling water. She sipped at it and looked around. No one she knew was around, as far as she could see. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tiny silver locket, which was hung perfectly on a flawless purple ribbon. She kissed it, and sat on her chair.
What to do... what to do...?

[Miyuki Arishima]

(( My deepest apologies, Shion, for leaving this so late. I really want to do some RPing now, yeah? XD If you're still up for this, so am I.))

Miyuki Arishima sprinted across the hot, white sand towards the water. It seemed that if she let her feet touch the sand for too long, the sheer warmth burned her feet. As she made contact with the water, Miyuki stopped running and sighed; the sensation of the cool sea on her warm skin was very relaxing. She stretched out her long, slender arms and yawned, not that the running had made her tired. Not in the slightest. She bounced back onto the sand, towards her things which sat under a nearby beach umbrella. Her possessions consisted of a small, purple woven backpack and a watermelon. Miyuki took a drink from her water bottle before setting off to the wet sand.

She knew what she was going to do since before she had arrived. Miyuki was going to dig a hole, and a very large one at that. It was always fun when she arrived at water; it gave her a sense of satisfaction, knowing that she had effectively ‘beaten’ the sand. Her knees weakened and they fell to the floor, landing softly on the ground. She dug her hands into the sand, like claws, and scratched out a large portion before placing it in a heap by her side. When Maybelle arrived, the pile was sure going to be big, she thought to herself before going on to ponder as to whether her friend would even be interested in what she was doing. She figured that no one would really be interested, but that was no matter. Miyuki thought that it was fun.

When Maybelle showed up, Miyuki figured that she’d have to spend most of her time yelling at perverts to keep them from making passes at her. Apparently, that was one of very few setbacks of having an ample chest, but Miyuki was content with the way her shape turned out. She couldn’t complain; she was wearing a ruffled yellow bikini and she thought she looked rather good if she did say so herself. As always, her black hair was bunched into low pigtails, which had two main benefits; the fact that her hair stayed out of her face, plus the obvious cuteness factor.

As the mound of wet sand grew bigger and bigger, Miyuki realised that she should have brought a shovel of some sort, for when the hole got really huge. This was a certainty of course; she figured that there was no point on starting these sorts of endeavours if you didn’t finish them. The hole so far was rather narrow, but when Miyuki stood in it, the ground was level with her hips. “Alright!” She said to no one in particular, before scrambling out onto the beach and tumbling about on the sound. Her focus now was to make it wider, and much deeper still, of course. She smiled; she could use the mound of sand next to her to make a killer sandcastle, but first, she would need seashells.

She crawled about on the sand for a while in search of some shells; it was a known fact that certain exotic varieties were shipped in to be laid down on a regular basis, so it wouldn’t take too long to find a pretty one. For a split second, she found herself looking upward. There was a girl, whom she vaguely recognised, sat down on a chair. What was she doing, watching her in her search? Miyuki was aware that she was rather inquisitive; others called it nosy. It was quite likely that this girl was simply minding her own business, but then again, there was always the off chance that it wasn’t the case.

Miyuki fell back into a kneeling position, thinking it odd to talk to someone whilst on all fours.

"Yes?"