Unsaid season.
The glittery mood and sense of ease afforded by summer leant itself well to the mood of an anticipated festival and its according wear. Golden tones suited both her and her canine friend, who was naturally so. Hand catching the side of her mask to adjust it just so, amplified in that ear were the distinctive sounds of the season. The occasional insomniac cicada, persisting despite the sun sinking more and more into the horizon. The ever so faint crackle of lanterns, barely audible other than to those with similarly tuned in ears. And paper. Everywhere and within every scope, the constant whispers that were the fluttering of so much preciously presented paper.
Paper of which she gave a sideways glance, respecting its intentions though ultimately overlooking it for anything and everything else. A shifted focus that was quickly picked up upon by her companion, with his best and most adorable canine begging face. "Already? But we just got here." Hastily presented and pretended words, if she hadn't already been eyeing the same thing. Though she resisted a bit longer, buying and presenting a takoyaki to a very grateful dog while keeping that eye open and wandering to catch any sight of any figure she anticipated meeting.
One such figure who was sure not to be late, hurrying through the crowd as quickly but politely as they could. Pale face flushed due to the heat and their rush, not unlike their adorable bunny mask that'd been pushed to the side, that flustered feeling seemed to be furthered by their own insistence in dragging a far more flamboyant figure along with them by the hand. "Apologies, Mother," was presented with a small bow in greeting. "Timeliness is not hereditary, it seems." Not entirely blaming the man they'd brought with them for being late. But mostly so, while not doing so directly.
"I had a wish to make," was the excuse that came with the occasion, said more matter-of-factly than with annoyance as he shifted his boa as if to drive home his point. Though he too seemed restless, black eyes scanning the crowd as he admitted his own nervousness. "We'd also made a promise to meet here, so..." The blush that threatened to match his red eye shadow detailed the 'who' exactly, without words.
And along with the redhead's heavily-lidded dull-eyed stare came a golden-eyed wide-eyed stare complete with a flushed face. To which they finally released their grip on the man's hand, along with a courteous exchange. "By all means." To which a bright smile was given in return. "Thanks." And so he was off again, with enthusiastic nods and waves showing his intentions to return later.
"Oh, shame about that." A curt but coy bit of sarcasm that ended up in a gently applied and well taken elbow from her child. A child of which, after a confused look here and there, finally just questioned the situation at hand. "Wasn't Hyde-oba supposed to be here too?"
"Huh? What do you mean? She's been here." With a less than polite thumb behind her, she indicated to the dog behind her. Who, during the man's arrival, had been joined and placated together with many, many takoyaki in the company of an elf that loomed quietly over them while eating. The redhead looked at her too-empty coin purse with annoyance as again the wide-eyed child seemed startled by how much could go unnoticed in the crowd. "My apologies, Hyde-oba!"
Though the crowd couldn't completely conceal the nearby presence of a different man that stood out in spite of his modest appearance. Respectfully keeping his distance, but not without his own ways of catching attention. Those 'ways' included a lot more festival foods than just any normal person could hold, as he smiled all the while. Which didn't go unnoticed by both his nervous relative and still-hungry elf. "M-Mother, did you mind if..."
"Just come back, all right?" Letting the old man feed a murder elf seemed like a commandful plan and just smart. Though the sweet appreciation from her child was the part that was more than worth the trouble. "Thank you, we certainly will!" A few other revelers may have been knocked over in the elf's enthusiasm, but she could totally accept and ignore that. "Yay, spoiled by Grandpa! It was something that could mostly be ignored, impracticalities and impossibilities aside. Not without an accompanying exasperated sigh, though.
Corgi friend mostly full and yawning, he drew his friend's attention back to the oh so noisy papers with leg taps and excited arfs. And after a stare's worth of silence as she took them in, the answer felt obvious to her. "Wishes? You can't be serious." Something not worth further consideration as far as she was concerned, as she turned and started to walk away from them. Followed by confused and concerned head tilts and whimpers, with a bark as he agreed with her sentiments. "You know those never come true." Spoken and acted intentions didn't have to match up, after all. He could pretend not to see those hands carefully twist and tie their own paper up, easily enough.
"Want to split an okonomiyaki?"
