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Post by Iweko Yoshinobu on Jan 26, 2018 12:38:29 GMT -5
Fashion? Food? Art? It seems we DO have a lot in common after all, Yoshinobu thought to himself, rather amused and somewhat self-conscious at the moment. Perhaps he had been selling Chiyo a bit short in his initial assessment. People were complicated things after all. One need only peel away the various layers and engage with their peers to learn that simple truth. He cursed himself mentally for being unfair with her, vowing to keep an open mind.
"A bit of downtown wanderlust? I should have been able to tell that you were fashionable when I laid eyes on you. I'll have to chock that up my own failed awareness; it is easy to see you have a keen sense of aesthetics." So yeah, you're pretty and you know it. "I've got quite the assortment of styles from all over the world myself. Oh, and I too find myself downtown fairly often, trying out the newest restaurants, seeing what concoctions the various chefs about town are coming up with. I suppose you could say those are both hobbies of mine as well. And reading and writing? I'd hardly call those boring, Chiyo-san. As a fellow artist I'm curious what kind of stories you like to tell and engage with."
He pauses to regard her again for a moment. "As for these small failures, if you will - I would not overly fret about them. Not every little thing will come naturally to a person, but I think it is the attempt to broaden one's horizons that count more than the successes. I fail at things constantly. If you worked hard enough, you could become a better gardener, or anything that you wanted really."
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 26, 2018 18:12:36 GMT -5
Almost sounds like that Kuni I ran into earlier, she thought when he mentioned he must have overlooked her sense of style. Was he insulting her? No, stop it! Ah, but it couldn't be helped. It was becoming difficult not to betray her anxiety, which at this point would often lead to her growing mean in her responses.
Oh no, he asked about the stories. She hesitated on responding with anything short of smirk. He's sure he'll find her taste in trashy romance novels to be either laughable or offensive. What she writes isn't very far off the mark. Luckily he started to mull over her shortcomings without pressing her for more answers.
"I didn't work very hard at it, so that might have been it." She doesn't have the patience for failure, so rage-quitting was far more accurate.
"What about you then? What is Yoshinobu-sama into outside of...I guess 'Imperial obligations'."
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Post by Iweko Yoshinobu on Jan 26, 2018 19:06:23 GMT -5
"Well, you mentioned art. I am fond of painting and drawing, though to be honest none of my works have ever been put on display or anything. I like restaurants, teas, clothing; I'd love to travel someday before my coronation."
Yoshinobu offers Chiyo yet another smile. "Conversations, if you couldn't tell. I actually enjoy talking with and meeting new people. Makes it a shame that people are afraid to approach me - I try to be personable. There's baseball too - I'm not any good at it but I like to watch it. I go to a lot of the Tigers games during the season. So yeah, I'm not that extraordinary of a guy. I think I'm pretty normal, all in all."
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 27, 2018 10:26:31 GMT -5
The traveling she knew about, but she wasn’t entirely sure until now that it was something Yoshinobu wanted to do or was expected to do. She always wanted to travel herself, but life was far too busy to enable it and her parents did not see any value in expanding her horizons. She mostly wanted to see the colors of the world outside this little hive called Rokugan. She suspects however that this is only in theory. One time she thought she was lost and she panicked instantly. Given that nobody would accompany and protect her, Chiyo let that dream die a nice, quiet death.
She didn’t expect the Heir to only be a mixed bag of enigmas; it was one of many different guesses she made, and much of what he said lined up with what she knew of him. See? You’re getting defensive over nothing. She had taken a couple of bites out of her cake while he was talking and managed to psyche herself out of this ever-nagging paranoia.
“Nothing wrong with that,” she says. “It’s like air; if you don’t come up to breathe every now and then, you’ll end up suffocating. You’ll do fine here. Someone might even insult you—that’s how you know you’re really beginning to blend right in.”
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Post by Iweko Yoshinobu on Jan 27, 2018 22:51:55 GMT -5
Yoshinobu fidgets with a lock of his hair for a moment, twirling one of his bangs around his finger as he listens to the Bayushi.
"Perhaps that will be a point I cross soon enough, Chiyo-san. Only then I can be suitably welcomed to the school. Why, we'll have to throw a party when it happens," he jests, letting go of his hair and taking a sip of his water. "Speaking of parties, I hear there will be one tomorrow night. Otomo Katsumi-sensei is throwing one. Have you heard?"
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 28, 2018 1:31:18 GMT -5
Finally an amusing thought. Chiyo could totally pop the Prince's cherry and be the first one to say something low-key insulting to him as a show of...mostly to see if I can get away with it. She can't fool herself there. She was definitely tempted and he looked like he would even take it like a masochist, dying to experience life on the surface rather than life in the clouds. Still, one thing that kept her from taking that leap was her uncertainty about the state of affairs between him and his past relationships. Rumor had it, the girls he dated before left him. Too much pressure, the media says. Chiyo doubts the press alone had all to do with it. He can't have not been insulted before by some angry girlfriend.
Best to hold off until it can be done more...playfully.
"There are posters all over the halls," she says with a small gesture of her fork. "I've never met the Otomo-sensei but the invitation has been extended to everyone. Are you going to be able to make it?"
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Post by Iweko Yoshinobu on Jan 28, 2018 8:20:34 GMT -5
Little did either of them know he would be offended by the very same Otomo woman they were half discussing in a matter of hours. Of course, Yoshinobu wasn't clairvoyant - if he were, half of his problems would probably be solved. Ignorant to any thoughts or inner monologue about his love life, the Crown Prince keeps his jovial demeanor.
"You sound like you're going already. Were you looking forward to seeing me there, Chiyo-san?" he smiles at her slyly again.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 28, 2018 15:30:20 GMT -5
“It would definitely add an interesting ingredient into the mix. I’m sure you’re no stranger to the idea that people will act differently in your presence than they would otherwise,” she says, meeting his sly grin with one of her own. She was playfully deflecting the statement, but honest in doing so. She was hoping he would make it for the sake of changing the rhythm of this gathering. Especially now that she has grown to be more familiar in his presence, she could have an advantage over those that don’t have any previous history with Yoshinobu.
“Or if you want to mingle without a title hanging over your head, perhaps a couple of friends and I can...help?”
Ideas of dressing the Prince up in some kind of disguise littered her mind. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of slapping a wig on his head and introducing him as a distant cousin.
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Post by Iweko Yoshinobu on Jan 28, 2018 15:38:24 GMT -5
The sly grin on Yoshinobu's features turned once more into a chuckle at Chiyo's suggestion.
"I suppose that would depend on the nature of the help you wished to offer, Chiyo-san. Either way, I will be there, and I am sure the party will make for interesting times."
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 28, 2018 16:43:59 GMT -5
“Ah, that it most certainly will,” Chiyo mused. She decided to drop the subject of helping the Prince out. The hyjinx she imagined was in gloriously poor taste, but if Iweko was found out it could present him with far more problems than simply attending the party as himself.
It looked like she was just about done with her plate. After her last bite of rice and last bite of cake, she pat her mouth clean with a small napkin. “Hm, well, if you’d like to get in contact with me, I can leave you my number.”
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