While Mika argued with Rokoru about his recent weight gain that filled out his clothes more and whether it was muscle or not, Sato leaned back into his chair and took a deep breath of air, head angled to the ceiling and resting on the top of his seat's back, eyes closed. He opened his eyes and stared at the distant ceiling of the shopping complex's food court, though he got bored of it quickly and returned his attention to his companions, who had managed to drag both himself from his studies and Rokoru from the archery range before either of them were finished with what they were doing. Mika always seemed adamant on getting them to get out often (and keep Rokoru's eating habits in check) and Yukiteru just supported the girl's endeavours in doing so. Sato didn't particularly mind getting forced to go with them if it meant not having to actively try to get to go with them, while Rokoru seemed ruffled the whole time he was out and about.

Eventually Yuki piped up in his quiet voice and suggested that they go check out some of the stores around the complex that had holiday season deals going on. Mika jumped on the chance, for she needed to buy ugly Christmas sweaters for everyone sooner or later, and she practically dragged Sato and Rokoru over to the nearest clothing stores that advertised possible savings, while Yuki trailed behind with an amused expression on his face. He soon came to regret his suggestion however, for the excursion soon devolved into Rokoru and Mika arguing about the same topic again when Mika realized that they could also get some new shirts for Rokoru that didn't stretch against his body. She also suggested that Rokoru try them on in front of them to prove that he had in fact gotten more muscular, but he immediately shot the idea down.

Eventually, the two decided on a few new shirts for Rokoru and a plethora of sweaters with unfortunate festive designs on them for a multitude of people they knew, and upon purchasing, Sato and Yuki were more than eager to be the first out of the store and back into the food court, away from the stores filled with shoppers eager to get their shopping while they still can. For some reason, the food court itself was relatively empty of people save for the few students that went there after school. Upon exiting the store however, the new scents of the food booths cooking up fresh meals bombarded the teens, and again, Yuki suggested heading to them before going home in his most innocent voice.

Rokoru was the first to agree with the idea, placing his hand on his stomach to exemplify how hungry he was, and it wasn't long before they were already ordering some food from one of the vendors. Sato himself wasn't particularly hungry and neither was Mika, so the two decided to simply share a cup of ramen as they watched Yuki and Rokoru go through their ordered meals. Most of the food was gone in an instant, and the rest was whittled away as the teens talked about whatever they wished to.

"Nice work, kid." The beach guard placed a hand on Noboru's shoulder as he rubbed his unshaven chin with the other. The older man's eyes peered out from underneath from his wide-brimmed hat at the rather large beach that expanded out before them, with a variety of different Warakuma High students in a myriad of different locations doing whatever they wished to. Noboru had just completed a rather lengthy running track that spanned the length of the shore. A few others had attempted to follow along with him but eventually either gave up or got distracted by something more interesting.

Despite his confidence before he began that he could easily complete the run with little issue, Noboru found his legs were burning almost too must to bear after finishing it and plopped down on the sand, hands propping him up and legs spread out before him. His swimming shorts were almost too small and barely covered his groin area, a light trail of hair running up from it and to his distinguished abs. He wasn't the only one that was obviously in top shape, for a few of the other students at the beach and even the only worker at the beach (though moreso in the arms and legs) were equally as muscular. Most didn't find it hard to notice how some of the girls ogled the boys' top halves as they did whatever they did, be it swim or hit on some of the other chicks there.

Noboru ran a hand through his hair and felt the sweat as he finally felt good enough to stand again, though before he did so, he went over his options. The man had left a while ago without a word, and Noboru found himself without anything else to do, having already gotten in more exercise that he normally ever got. All his friends seemed to be doing something already that he felt he shouldn't intrude on; Sato was with his Archery troupe, Chiaki was with some girls he didn't recognize, Rui was trying to hit it off with some college girl, and Noboru didn't even know where everyone else was. The only person that seemed to be equally as bored as him was Leiko, but he wasn't on particularly good terms with her and nor did she look like she wanted her light sunbathing to be intruded upon. Even upon careful consideration, Noboru couldn't think of anything interesting to do with anyone and he instead elected to get off his ass and walk over to the shack by the shore that served cold drinks and what not. The same guy from earlier attended the makeshift shop and even in the shade of the building wore his hat over his eyes, giving only the end of his nose and scruffy mouth to look at.

Noboru sat down on an old wooden stool and swivelled to face the man, who probably looked back at him in expectance; he couldn't really much from the plain expression on his lips, so Noboru merely assumed. "Something cold," Noboru said, making a unidentifiable hand gesture as the man turned to grab a random drink from a small refrigerator. He slammed it down before the boy and then scrawled a name and a price on a piece of paper stuck to the wall. Noboru figured it was a record of what they'd be forced to pay later some time when they went back to school and downed the soda in a single go, letting out a hearty belch after doing so. As he got up to leave, Noboru thanked the man for the drink, and he responded with a lift of the hat and an acknowledging look from the man's sharp eyes.

"Could you try to loosen up a bit?" Leiko called from the other end of the auditorium in attempt to make the actors speak louder so that everyone in the audience could hear well. Alexai squirmed in his place a bit to mock literally loosening up before he shifted his gaze once more on the short first-year girl he towered over and then to the script he held in his hand. The single-spaced lines melded together for a bit until Alexai shook his head and refocused himself to the task at hand; the recital wasn't going well at all. For whatever reason the boy just wasn't on point and he felt bad for messing up when his "partner" was doing her part flawlessly. Eventually, after several more bad attempts at reciting the lines, the club president waved her arms in the air dramatically and called for them to take a break while some of the other members practice their own roles.

Alexai sat himself on one of the flimsy chairs they borrowed from one of the storage rooms that were set up just in front of the audience's rows and watched as the next to-be performers made thejr way onto the stage. Noboru and some slender third-year he didn't recognize took to immediately starting to act and assume their roles. Alexai wasn't particularly familiar with the "practice" script Hamada had given everyone but he knew that the scene they were rehearsing was of two rivals locking horns together. He leaned back further into his chair and idly stared at the wall across the room. Some of the club members were chatting up a storm, while some of the more dedicated members practiced their lines with their friends who were equally as into it.

The boy let out a long yawn, not even bothering to raise a hand, and settled into his seat more, attempting to get comfortable on the cheap plastic. His eyes felt heavy despite his flustered mind and it wasn't long before he found himself drifting off to the dream world. Every time he found himself slowly losing consciousness, he tried to force himself up, but the sheer exhaustion he felt eventually consumed him and there was nothing to prevent him from passing out in the middle of a club meeting.

Though, a sturdy tap knocked him out of his sleep and Alexai reeled back a bit, arms up, upon waking until he realized what was happening. Leiko Hamada stood indignantly, hands resting on her hips as she glared daggers at him. "Dragonuv-san, are you aware you just slept through practically our entire meeting today?" Alexai felt a pant of both embarrassment and disappointment run through him as he put together what happened, checking his watch just to verify the fact.

He shot out of his chair and onto his feet, bowing immediately in apology. "I'm sorry, Hamad--" Alexai started to try to excuse himself, but Hamada verbally interupted him with a series of No no no no no's. The girl only took a deep breath after and pointed him towards the door. As he followed suit and walked over to the exit, he took notice of how nobody else was left and that he had probably caused a hassle for the club president herself, and he gave her one last weak bow before leaving.