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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 22, 2018 23:16:31 GMT -5
Chiyo nearly made it late to the bus stop after taking her nap that afternoon. If she hadn't have slept, she would have barely been conscious enough to deal with the rest of her day. And what a day it has been too. Or going to be. It feels like this train has no breaks on it. Is Otomo-san literally going to host her tonight? Was she actually eating with the prince earlier? And she had a feeling none of these things have or would go unnoticed. She already ended up as a target on the rumor mill, and she would undoubtedly end up there yet again she supposed. This is beginning to look like a repeat of her second year... At least Yoshi-san will help give her some ground here. With everything seeming to slip in and out of her control, she was grateful to have something firmly under her thumb. Poor kid. He's doing a good service though. Tamori Yoshi |
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 22, 2018 23:31:54 GMT -5
Yoshi was already there at the bus stop when Chiyo arrived. There was a small enclosure built for those waiting, and he was standing under it, out of the rain. However, it looked like he'd done a great deal of walking around campus before that, as he was pretty wet despite having taken shelter. He only had a light jacket on over his usual clothes, with no umbrella in sight. The young Dragon bows to her when she arrives, shivering both from the cold and, perhaps, a little bit in anticipation.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 23, 2018 1:36:21 GMT -5
Wait, is that him? Why is he just standing around in the rain like that? It’s still pouring, as it had been all day, but Chiyo had been using this as a perfect excuse to show off a parasol she bought before school started. It was the larger, more functional one as opposed to the cutesy one she carried around earlier. It matched her outfit, which was light and pale—her usual favorite motif of flowers on pastel, only this one was yellow as opposed to her more common shades of pink.
She made her way over in hurried steps and tilted her parasol to provide him some cover.
“Yoshi-san! You’ll catch a cold like this!” She sounds like she could be his mother—gross. She can’t help but pat his jacket just to see the drops that accumulated on the surface of it bounce off. “I have an extra umbrella at the dorms. We can catch the next bus while we go back for it.”
Seriously, how is this kid alive? He really does look like a wet duckling.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 23, 2018 8:11:34 GMT -5
"Bayushi-sama, you're... you... look very nice," he says as she gets closer and he can get a better look at her through the rain. The original sentence was clearly going to end with "beautiful", but he thought it more polite to hold his enthusiasm in check. There was a balance to be struck between Honesty and Courtesy, after all. When she suggests a side-trip back for another umbrella, he shakes his head.
"I don't want to hold us up," Yoshi protests. "I've been drying out some here under the bus stop enclosure since I arrived from the campus temples." Yes, the young Dragon had gone out praying, even in such inclement weather, which explained why he was so wet despite the relatively short walk it would've been had he come directly here from the dorms.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 23, 2018 15:47:07 GMT -5
"You're still soaked," she says with a sigh. "Ah well, we'll have time to dry off in the bus." It was really coming down tonight, ever since this morning. Chiyo used to love rain as a kid, but she finds it far more bothersome now. Yoshi doesn't seem to mind it at all, though he should. He needs to learn how to take better care of himself. That ain't my job. Just how much is she going to have to coddle this duckling?
"How did the prayer go? Aside from the shower?"
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 23, 2018 16:57:05 GMT -5
"You're still soaked," she says with a sigh. "Ah well, we'll have time to dry off in the bus." "It probably won't be too crowded, and we can grab a seat near the heater," Yoshi tells her with encouraging optimism. He'd noticed her disappointment and, taking it as nothing but worry for his health, was trying to allay her concern. "How did the prayer go? Aside from the shower?" "It's... difficult to describe the experience," he tells her with quiet reverence. He looks almost embarrassed to have said such a thing aloud, but at the same time seemed very contented. |
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 24, 2018 13:12:13 GMT -5
That’s kind of cute the way he looks forward to prayer. She was a little envious, and when she was little she could swear she used to feel something, but nowadays its more of a habitual practice for the sake of being a proper samurai. Maybe that’s why she’s been tanking so hard the past couple of years in class. She’s lost connections and such due to what others would call ‘extremely selfish ways’. But she was once legitimately trying, you know.
The thought was beginning to upset her. She had enough upsetting experiences for one day.
The bus was just arriving. I wasn’t crowded from the look of it, and a number of people were getting off at this stop. Without giving the Tamori time to respond she took him by the hand to lead him there. “Quick! Let’s get those seats!”
A heater would be nice, yeah.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 24, 2018 15:06:23 GMT -5
Yoshi had just enough time to clasp her hand in return as Chiyo grabbed him and dragged him onto the bus. He follows behind, hugging his jacket tight around himself with his free arm, as he allows himself to be led to the closest available seats to the heater. Dazed by the sudden activity, he doesn't let go of her even after they're sitting and the bus starts to pull away.
"Oh...!" he says, the motion of the bus jarring him from his stupor and making him realize his hand is still clutching the pretty Bayushi's. He releases his grip, which wasn't all that tight to begin with, but he looks at her questioningly a moment without actually taking his hand back, wondering if perhaps she meant to keep it.
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Post by Bayushi Chiyo on Jan 24, 2018 21:23:52 GMT -5
When did she even close that parasol? How did she get into the bus without barely a drop of water clinging onto her back? Perhaps time really did blow by too quickly. That or Chiyo knows how to handle a parasol like it's an extension of herself. It's not abnormal for most courtiers.
"We faired quite well with these seats," she observes, her hand still settled on his but so smoothly retracted as she started to go through her purse to pull out a handkerchief. She passes it over to Yoshi. "It isn't going to be nearly as effective as a towel, but you should pat down a bit." It's okay. She has like twenty of these and this one was one of her least favorites, but he doesn't quite know that and he's soaked to the bone.
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Post by Tamori Yoshi on Jan 24, 2018 22:31:59 GMT -5
"Thank you, Bayushi-sama," he says, taking the offered cloth and starting by wiping down his face. The handkerchief smelled like Chiyo, and its proximity made the experience very intense indeed. He was a bit flushed when he took it away and began to work on drying his lap. He finished by rubbing his arms and chest down, but the jacket was decently waterproof, so it didn't do much.
"I'll... um... wash and dry this, then return it to you," he tells her, folding the soaked cloth up and putting it in his jacket pocket. As the bus rolls on, Yoshi tries to think of something to say. Deciding to just go with what was on his mind, he says, "I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better... over dinner." He gives her a quick smile of hopeful anticipation.
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