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Patrick didn't mind the coughing because he thought it was a side effect to being attacked. Same goes for the stuttering mostly from being used to it because of Roy. He listens to the plot of the book he had asked about from the young male. Didn't think he had deserved a thank you because he felt he didn't he had done anything to be thanked for, but thought what Roy said to the thank you to be true. "I probably would, but the guy would be sent to the hospital first before jail" he thought smirking. "And I'm Patrick Peterson" he said after Roy had introduced himself. "He certainly is good with people" he thought and admiring Roy for his kindness towards Michiru. "Like someplace that is warm and not crowded" he suggested and the only place he can think of is his house, but wasn't sure if he should suggest that or not.
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In spite of the fact that she had been wondering around aimlessly in search for the moon, Orianna was still in high spirits. She glanced up at the sky and quickly covered her eyes when she made the mistake of staring directly at the sun. 'Oh. That's right!' she mused. 'I can't do that like this.' Since she was able to do such things without any consequences befalling upon her when she was in her other form, Orianna was still having a little difficulty getting accustomed with the fact that looking straight at the large star (at least that was what the librarian called it) was a horrible idea. She inwardly shook her head at herself. Just like the fact that she wasn't allowed to enter certain rooms if they didn't have a picture of a stick figure with an inverted triangle next to it, she was certain that she would be able to remember this little fact right.... Eventually. On the bright side, it meant that she had remembered something correctly. If the sun was out, then the moon was away, and vise versa. Hurray! Another thing to add onto her ever increasing pool of knowledge.

Orianna perked up at the joyous sound of children laughter and turned her head to see a decent amount of little ones playing around the abnormally shaped protrusions that were sticking out from the ground. Emily had a picture of something similar to it hanging in her room. If Orianna remembered correctly, the little girl called it a playground. 'So this must be Soleil Park.' The tall, slender female with lavender colored hair has often heard people mention the place in passing. This must have meant that she was no longer in the shopping district, and that she was currently somewhere in Uptown Soleil. 'Good to know.', she mused as she watched two kids climb up on a stick with handles attached to it. She noticed that when one of the kids pushed themselves up with their legs, the other one went back down on the ground, and vise versa. Whatever their reason behind it was, they looked like they were having a great time doing it, and that was truly all that mattered. Orianna smiled as the lovely sounds of their lighthearted giggles filled her ears. If Emily were still alive, Orianna was certain that she would have enjoyed being with those two.

Since no one else was using it, Orianna decided to claim one of the empty benches they had scattered around the area. She placed her bag beside her and took out a pen and sketchbook from it. She opened it up to a fresh, clean page and started drawing the little girl with her arms stretched up high as gravity pulled her back down to the ground. In a way, capturing moments like this was a means for her to share it with Emily. Perhaps the reason why she decided to stay in such a strange, foreign universe, was simply because she felt strangely compelled to live the life that the eleven year old wasn't able to. Perhaps, in some way, she was still fulfilling her duties as a dream by embarking on this bizarre journey. It would certainly explain why she had countless of nameless faces, places, and things documented in her sketchbook.

As she finished up her current drawing, her curiousity was piqued by the presence of a certain male- and, apparently, Orianna wasn't the only one to e drawn in by him. She noticed some bystanders had their eyes set on him as well. Some were even gesturing towards him with as they talked among themselves. Since everyone was automatically unique in her eyes, she had to wonder what made him stick out from the rest. Perhaps it was the rather interesting combination of clothing articles that he sported. Or perhaps it was the serene expression on his face as he peacefully laid there, emerging his senses with the beauty that life. Maybe they were at awe by how calm he looked and they wanted to do the same thing- but, for whatever reason, couldn't. Either way, he was certainly worth capturing on paper. Orianna tapped her bottom lip with the end of her pen as she took the time to process his facial features. Since his expression was the main focal point of the piece, she had to capture it just right. When the artist felt like she had enough to go by, she gently pressed the tip of the ink pen against the blank sheet and started drawing. She would look back at him periodically, if only to sure that features (i.e. his jaw line, cheek bones, nose, and other such markers) were on point.

Orinna was often told that she looked like a machine in her doll form. She believed the specific name they gave it, or a subtype as it were, was android. Apparently, depending on who was carrying the device, a phone was also given the same name. Why must they feel compelled to give the same word multiple meanings? Certainly there were enough letters to make new words to describe different things. Anyways, despite her robotic appearance, Orianna was unable to draw at the rate her overly enthusiastic model was operating at. Perhaps it was the high energy performance that led her to believe such- but she would like to think that she'd be amused if she actually understood what he was trying to say. Of course she understood the first half of it. After all, it was simply regarding her opinion on the matter- not that she was given a suitable response time for either question. It was the latter half (particularly the last one) that confused her. Who was this Victoria Secret? That and-... Did she have French girls? At this point in time, she truly only kept in touch with one person (the other two people that she knew were off doing their own thing), and, from what she has been told multiple times, Akira was a male. Pronouns and genders were particularly difficult concepts for Orianna to learn/understand, mainly because of the fact that what was on the outside didn't always match what was on the inside. It was so complicated, it hurt her brain even thinking about it. Though, Orianna had to wonder if 'he' was a she, after all. Either way, the individual looked like they were having fun, and their laugh was certainly inviting.

Orianna placed the strap of her bag over her shoulder and held her pen and sketchbook close to her person. She stood up from her seat and calmly made her way over to the jovial stranger. "Do people normally draw that fast?", she inquired when she was within speaking distance. The curious female had to wonder if what he did was particularly common in this universe, or if those actions were specific to him. "I did not realize you were a female, I thought you were a male upon first glance. Please excuse my rudeness."

Orianna glanced down at the sketchbook. Due to the fact that the individual started 'frolicking' around, she was unable to finish it. She tilted her head when she saw the expression she captured in the page. Instead of the serene one she had originally intended to draw, this one was distant. It looked as if he was staring at something that he couldn't reach. It was a look that Orianna knew all to well, for it was the same look Emily had every time she looked outside her bedroom window. She inwardly smiled to herself when an idea came to mind. Yes, it was certainly something they must do. Why it would be a waste of a good opportunity not to! She stretched out her arm and offered him her hand. "Come. Let us play."

Orianna glanced back at the long board with the handles attached to it. Although she wanted to learn about everything the playground had to offer, the strange contraption and the railings with rows of bars in the middle truly intrigued her. The manner by which the children were swinging from side to side as they gradually transitioned from one bar to the next reminded her of a primate.

"Why do the bigger ones just stand there?" Orianna asked. It appeared as if the adults were just acting as spectators. They only intervened if the little ones got hurt, were crying, and/or if it was time for them to leave. "Do they not like it here?"

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Patrick was pleased Michiru accepted Roy's hand eventually then watch him stand up. "Yes, I agree" he said about his place being offered. They were going to go to his place after the park anyways before they had encountered Michiru. He witnesses the younger male face turn red when the gust of wind blew by and found it to be amusing for a moment. Struggles to keep down a chuckle as Michiru looked at him then nods. "Okay, follow me then" he said as he started walking once more and leading the way to his home. [exit]
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{Location:Soleil Park}
{Mood:Calm}
{Thoughts:Cherry blossoms... This is a nice park. Ani would love it here.}
{Company: None}
{Currently Listening To:Tear in My Heart and Cant Stop Dancing}

The jog from Lumiere to Uptown was a long one, but a good one. He passed a good many faces, all to whom he smiled and waved to, but did not stop to converse. They all were going about their business and so he felt no need. The shops were fun to see, and he made mental note to visit a few of them on another day, and continued his jog. Up ahead, Hiraos spotted the unmistakable pink flowers of cherry blossom trees. That was a nice sight. He had become familiar to the sight on a trip to japan he had taken with his father, and was glad for the chance to see them again in this town. He headed there.

{ENTERS Soleil Park}

The park was very beautiful, and well maintained it seemed. He slowed his jog down a few paces to take in the sights. There were people about, enjoying the park in their own ways. Children on the playground spurred Hiro to pull out one of his earbuds to listen to their laughter. He smiled.

The masonry in the park was a nice touch. Hiraos slowed to a stop in front of one of the many statues, looking it over. He turned an took in the rest of the park at once, getting a good look at it. Not a bad place for a rest. He sauntered off the path and under the shade of a tree, dropping down onto his bum and leaning against the trunk. He was thirsty, but he hadn't had the chance to go to a market to buy a case of water bottles. Oh well, he thought, I'll find a stream or something in a bit. Or I'll buy something at one of the stores on the way back. For now, he rested his head against the tree and watched the park, eyes half-lidded with idle interest while music continued to play in one ear. He listened to the distant calls of children and birds, as well as the soft murmur of conversations.

His keen ears picked up on a conversation that made him smirk. Someone had mistaken a girl for a boy it seemed. He looked over and found the two. One did indeed look like a boy. The other looked a little out of place, and sounded it as well. The boyish one responded and now Hiraos was confused. He was a boy, and the strange one thought he was a girl? Well which is it? Pretty sure he's a he. Hiraos concluded, amused at the two's interaction.

As he continued to watch the two, his head began to tilt. The one that seemed out of place began to seem more odd the more Hiraos listened. She didn't seem to grasp the idea of children playing and the adults supervising. Then the boy began explaining "Humans" to her and Hiraos connected the dots. The woman was not human.

As the conversation continued, Hiraos found himself wondering about his own childish enthusiasm, and if he had lost it too, like the adults the boy was talking about. It seemed very poetic, but it didn't sound like the guy was trying to be poetic. It was certainly an interesting way of looking at things. Who knew coming to the park would give Hiro such food for thought?