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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:08 pm
Having fretted much over his friend's anxious and erratic behavior over the past few days, Setsushi has finally decided that perhaps resting in the house is not good enough for Kouyo, and it's time to try a new medicine.
He's taken a day off again. It's late morning, and he's finishing up brushing his long hair, full of tangles, bent hairs, and frizz. Sigh. sweatdrop Once done, he puts it into a thick ponytail, bound with a bit of string. Dressed as he is in nondescript Gaian attire, he wouldn't stand out if he wandered into the streets.
Which is his plan.
"Kouyo?" he calls, as he pulls out a large shopping bag from under his bed.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:12 pm
Kouyo grunts softly and half-heartedly kicks his covers off, finally sitting up after a few moments and blinking blearily at Setsushi. The High Priest yawns and rubs his eyes, glancing at his friend and then away quickly.
Good morning. ... It is still morning, right?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 4:17 pm
Yes, it's morning. Time for Kouyo to wash up and eat breakfast~
And then, Setsushi has some things he was planning to do... mostly, to go shopping. He wanted to go buy some more Gaian clothes, some groceries, and perhaps stop in a miniature-shop to have some lunch, and, uh...
If Kouyo isn't too tired, would he like to accompany him? It'll be some fresh air and new sights... And there are all sorts of interesting and delicious goods around. Perhaps Kouyo could find some new items with which to amuse himself, or determine what his favorite flavors are after all?
Setsushi's bought these Gaian clothes for Kouyo if he wants to change -- he indicates the bag. They're pretty plain, and they may not be the right size... sweatdrop But on the other hand, they won't stand out too much wearing the usual garb of these people.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:09 pm
With a heavy sigh, Kouyo gets up and heads to the bathroom.
Setsushi will have many stories to tell Kouyo later on, about shopping and such in Gaia.
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That's right, Kouyo can go with him this time. He has not been shopping since he was a child. And never with Setsushi. He has never even really been out at all with Setsushi. The idea obviously both excites and frightens him.
The High Priest stops to peer into the bag Setsushi indicated. Gaian clothes? What do they look like?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:21 pm
They can explore just a little today, and if Kouyo enjoys it, he can go out on his own later. 3nodding Setsushi will show him the way around the neighborhood shops so he won't get lost.
The clothes, umm... Are not that glamorous. sweatdrop The vendor said they were appropriate to a newcomer... Setsushi tried to pick out reds and purples like Kouyo usually wears, but he isn't sure if Kouyo will like them.
They could stop at a clothes-shop on their trip, to let Kouyo pick out some things he likes?
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:30 pm
... Kouyo will give them a try. It will keep him from having to wash his robes again, if nothing else. The High Priest picks up the bag and retreats into the bathroom, and sets about taking care of his hair and make-up and clothing.
His thoughts are a mixture of worry and excitement, along with a bit of embarrassment, and a very persistent feeling that he is forgetting something vitally important. Some ten or fifteen minutes later, Kouyo emerges from the bathroom, looking not unlike a very skinny fence picket dressed in a turtleneck and jeans.
Kouyo licks his finger and rubs at the edge of one of the lines of the "water" character marked on his forehead to fix it, and tries not to feel stupid. Then he starts pacing around Setsushi's house, keeping his gaze fixed on his slippered feet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:37 pm
... Setsushi stares at Kouyo's shoes, wondering if perhaps that is the thing he had forgotten.
He rubs his head and asks Kouyo if he'd like to eat here or visit an establishment in the town. There is a nice place called a pancake-house which sells flat, sweet cakes, but also eggs and other good things.
He retrieves a map of the town, designed for tourists, from his own pocket and offers it to Kouyo to study. This was the route he was thinking of taking... ... ...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:47 pm
When he is finished measuring Setsushi's house again, Kouyo settles down at the table and slouches, looking and feeling very small without his usual layers of robes.
Eating out is fine with him, if that's what Setsushi wants to do. Kouyo will follow.
The High Priest takes the map and looks it over, not really sure what to make of it. If Setsushi has errands to run, then they should go to those places. Fresh air is fresh air.
The younger Porcelain settles back in his seat and closes his eyes, mad at himself for something or another.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:56 pm
... Well, then, they can go eat out.
Setsushi looks at Kouyo, his eyebrows betraying his worry. Cautiously, he sends a quiet kindly feeling to the priest, an indistinct gesture of affection and concern... but he doesn't pry.
Though he secretly wonders if this plan will end in disaster like all his other plans to cheer Kouyo up, he tries his best to put on a calm and cheerful face, and touches his friend's arm.
"Let us depart?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:11 pm
Kouyo tenses a little when Setsushi touches him, and murmurs an apology as he gets up. He has been struggling with thoughts he cannot control, which, he explains to his friend in the vaguest way possible, make him uncomfortable. But yes, now they can get going. Setsushi should not mind Kouyo too much; the High Priest is always sad anyway, yes?
"This leaf will follow Setsushi." ... And hopefully will not blow away, wearing so little.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:15 pm
Setsushi does not think anyone must always be only sad... But he puts no other pressure on his friend, letting the thread of that conversation go.
He hands Kouyo the map to help him follow along as they traverse the streets and leads him out of the shop. He doesn't tug Kouyo's hand or arm, but stands very close to him, as if to envelop and protect him with his shadow.
... Kouyo's not too cold in the breeze? he wonders after a bit of walking. Perhaps they could purchase a nice warm coat for him...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:19 pm
Kouyo takes a deep breath before stepping over the threshold of the front door, as though he is about to jump into a pool of ice-cold water. As soon as he is outside, though, he smiles ever so slightly.
He glances between the map and the road ahead as he walks, keeping close to Setsushi but is very careful not to touch him. He admits that he is a bit cold, though, his cheeks ever so slightly pink with the chill of the air.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:27 pm
Then it's a good thing they don't have to walk far to reach the little pancake house. Setsushi ushers Kouyo inside, getting them a small table to the side where it is nice and quiet.
Perhaps thankfully, most people seem to be at work or school at this hour, and there aren't many strangers about to stare at the two strange-looking men with their funny shoes, the taller one now leaning towards the shorter one in a highly suspect manner.
As he explains the menu items to Kouyo, Setsushi covertly studies his friend's expression, trying to see if any shyness or anxiety or compulsive needing to pace the room are about to emerge. As he does so he tries to gently lean on Kouyo's mind with his own, hopefully to provide a comforting reminder of the Knight's presence and his assurances that he will protect his friend...
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:38 pm
Slouching a little under Setsushi, Kouyo nods and scans over the menu. There are plenty of pictures, at least, even if the food is a little strange and Gaian.
He thinks he is okay not knowing how big the room is, because they will not be here too long. It is bigger than Setsushi's house, though, and there are strangers around, so Kouyo feels kind of nervous. The High Priest is definitely glad Setsushi is with him now, though; he would not have come here by himself.
Trying to focus on the menu for the moment, Kouyo hunches down a little more in his chair, gripping the front edge of it with one hand.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 7:43 pm
There are eggs, too, if Kouyo wants something ordinary. Setsushi likes the fried things, though. Gaians have discovered that much wisdom, at least; everything is better when fried.
He pokes Kouyo's arm gently, smiling, but... he hasn't been able to hide all the worry in his expression.
... Setsushi could just order for both of them, too, he muses as he watches Kouyo's body posture. There's no need for Kouyo to stress about all this too much or worry about talking to strangers outside the house yet.
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