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Jiro didn't seem exactly pleased to be yanked out of the house again. But it was more than his typical reason of just being disturbed int he first place. Running a hand through his mass of braided locks that were coiled into a thick bun at the nape of his neck, he glanced over at Akiya in irritation. "I swear, you're annoying like this... I was busy!"

"Yeah I can see that." A soft smile showed as he looked over the more formal kimono he wore, black puffy (for lack of a better word in Akiya's mind) pants showing under the dark blue hem. Held in either hand was a large fan, that were constantly being spun as Jiro debated hurting something to show how unhappy he was. It was rare for Jiro to practice his blade dancing again, especially with his injuries and the caution that had been given to him. But Jiro was always too stubborn for his own good and did as he pleased. Thankfully, he allowed Sah to look over him while he danced just in case. "It won't be bad to get more fresh air.. besides, I want to get you some more outfits for your dancing and there's this great little dancing shop close by the Stationary Store... so we're going there."

The boy was set to complain but in the end only sulked more. There was no reasoning with Akiya when he got like that anyway so the best thing to do was just go along with it. Then the torture would be over sooner... least that was his hope.

When they finally arrived, Jiro looked around curiously. Seems they weren't the only ones there, he noted before he wandered about to try to find a n oriental section. The rest of the costumes and such there didn't truly interest him in the least. But since Akiya was in the rare mood of wanting to buy him something in Gaia instead of back home, he decided he couldn't waste this rare chance. Plus, his parent had allowed him out without complaining about him moving around in his condition or tell him that he needed to stay in bed a bit longer. If nothing else, that was a bit shock... and he was glad that Akiya was giving him this chance to do things at his own pace without a fight.

His eyes flicked back towards the other two who were in the store, looking at the small girl who looked like someone had told her that her favorite pet had died. She smelt like one of them... a Tale... hmmm. Interesting.

While the boy wandered about, Akiya looked at the sad little girl and her guardian. Someone didn't look exactly pleased to be there either. Though he was the type to just open his mouth and say something, he wasn't sure if this was a case where he should or not... but... he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Seems like I'm not the only one with an unwilling child to watch over today." His voice was gentle as to not startle them too much. It was one thing to have a stranger speaking to them, but once people saw the almost eight foot angel, they tended to freak out sometimes.. and he wanted to make sure it didn't happen... as much as he could.

"Ah, I can understand why she'd be hesitant then. Usually the first couple of solo performances are a bit scary." Nodding with a sense of understanding, he looked down at Chai and then at Anemone before he bowed before them. "My name is Akiya and the one who looks rather sore about leaving his practicing is my son, Jiro. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Jiro had been ruffling through several stacks of outfits when he sensed someone coming his way. He was rather quiet for the most part because all of his attention was focused on trying to find something that didn't look outrageously stupid. Yes, he was rather picky about what he would wear anywhere, no matter who simple the garment... sometimes. But since this was for dancing, he had to be really careful he didn't pick something that he'd regret later. When spoken to, he turned his head and then looked down at the one who had adressed him, his braids shifting into his vision for a second before he tossed them over his shoulder. "Hello..."

She seemed nice enough, since she had come up and said hi to him.. with a smile no less... so he returned the gesture. "I'm Jiro. And you are?" Maybe he had learned some more people skills from his other meetings with Tales.

"I've never been good with solo anything. I get all jittery and it's never a nice feeling, to be honest. But if she's good at what she does and can feel confident in it, I'm sure she'd do fine." He wasn't expecting her to bow or curtsy or anything towards him. It was something he knew; that others didn't follow the same customs as he did. And there was nothing wrong with it at all. Seeing where her gaze had wandered to, he chuckled a bit. "Don't worry. Jiro won't strike her or anything... he seems gruff but he's not a brute.. without just cause, of course. But never to females."

He hoped Jiro wouldn't do anything like be harsh to her. He did have a tendency to say things without thinking, but he had said he was working on it...

"pleasure to meet you.. Chailyn." He had hesitated a bit at saying her name because he didn't wish to mess it up. He was prone to with new names for a bit. "Well... I'm a bit taller than Viddy, sometime she wasn't exactly happy about.. but I suppose. I wouldn't know who else is growing. I'm not... in the loop, I guess you could say..." His fingers lightly scratched just under his bun as he wondered why she seemed so interested in him. But then again, most were when they first met him. "..... a little..." He had never told anyone outside his family that he danced... he already got grief for having long hair and liking to wear kimonos. If anyone else gave him an issue about dancing, he'd gut them. Those were his thoughts on the matter.

A brow arched as she continued to look at him, the purple in his red eye flaring for a moment in contemplation before he just allowed her to do as she wished. But a faint smirk of amusement twitched onto his face at the mention of the rainbow. "I would feel bad for any rainbow that was used to color me... my main colors are red, black and white... minor are gold and purple..." But.. when he thought about it, he supposed he could see her view of things. So he looked her over himself. "I like your outfit... do you belly dance or some other kind of dance?"

"Children are always shy for awhile. Though there are bolds ones, there are some that just... aren't. Jiro isn't the type to really want to deal with people. He doesn't run away from people but he's a bit more anti-social than most... he's getting steadily better so I think if it's something that's constantly worked on, she can work to get over it. But it takes time, truly." Normally, he didn't allow his wings to be out for any reason. Not only because it made it harder for him to get through doors but also because people stared and it was something he had grown weary of early on in life. But Jiro, who rarely got to see them, requested that they fly down to Gaia at the very least for forcing him out, so he agreed. Said wings shifted a bit before they tried to fold in more tightly to his back so they didn't give him any grief. It was hard to move around with such huge wings.. but they needed to be big to support his body properly. "Distracted? I didn't notice any distraction from you.." And he hadn't in the least, so her statement left him a bit baffled. Well, rather baffled, but he wouldn't say that.

"I don't have a shortened version of my name... so I'm sorry but you'll have to call me Jiro. But I'll call you Chai... it sounds like a cute name..." Though he did have a nickname. But it was only used by members of his family.. or else he'd get rather pissy about it. "Tall like me? Am I truly that tall?" She was shorter than him, Chai was, and Viddy had as well. But he was nowhere near as tall as Khia. But since he didn't see other Tales often, he didn't realize how his own height might be viewed by others. "If you are, then you'll be lucky, I suppose. You never know until it happens."

His nose wrinkled in distaste at the mention of the shade pink in any way to him and his coloring. Yes, he was red, but pink he would never be. He didn't really like pink much. "I don't do ballet. I know how to do fan dancing.. and sword dancing... my style is more towards the asian influence.. but I have alot of practice I need to do, actually..."

"I have the feeling they will as well. it takes time and it's nothing to be forced." He knew better by now than to force Jiro into doing anything he didn't want to do. The fights they got into were so tiresome after awhile. "Dance is a very fun tool for advancing oneself. Jiro decided he liked dancing on his own.. but he's shy about it and doesn't let anyone see him.. which is a shame. Spying on one's child is not a very good pastime to have..." nd he hated having to sneak around to try to see him dance. it wasn't a bad pastime ye he was fearing what others would say. Jiro always worried too much sometimes... Seeing her headwings, he gave a smile. "Ah so you're angelic. Nothing wrong with that. Did I remind you of someone or something? Is that why you were distracted?"

Nodding when she said his name was fine, he was curious as to what the grin was for. He was just being honest.. did it have some other meaning? Unlike most, he was never sure hot to take compliments.. so he shied away from them whenever he could. "Well, Linny is a teen so he's much older than I am.. it would make sense that he's taller as well. I've just recently grown.. so that could be why...

"Sword dancing is rather difficult.. right now I can only use one blade and not even a real one now.." He used to use one but he had a bit of an issue so he was banned from using them for awhile. "But it's fun and it has rather graceful movements.. once you get them down..."

"True enough, but I'd rathe rnot feel like I have to sneak around in my own home." His gaze drifted back over to the children and he just watched them. Normally, Jiro was just.. skiddish. Nothing that was obviously seen, it was just in his overall aura. Seems his little imp was maturing a little bit if he was at least trying to be a bit more social than he usually was.

Blinking, he looked back at Anemone as he said she didn't think so. That was a rather odd thing to say considering that she had angelic wings attached to her head. If she wasn't angelic, then how did she get them? Hot glue them to her skull? He was rather curious and his brow shifted a bit. But if she didn't know, she didn't know and it was rather pointless trying to ask more. "Ah.. well not all angelic types are the same. Except with wings, that's all." Since he wasn't the type who was going to pry terribly into someone's past unless he knew them rather well, he wasn't going to ask. Rolling his shoulders aburptly, he made a face as he recalled his wings, feeling so much lighter when they had disappeared from sight, feeling the familiar heat of the angelic wing tattoo that was now as his back.. something that wouldn't be seen anyway.

A faint smirk crossed Jiro's lips at Chai's offer. So innocent, in a way that almost made his teeth hurt. Gods, was he jaded already? Sometimes he just didn't even know for sure. If she did manage to somehow get taller than him, it would be an amusing thing to see to be sure. "Well thank you for the offer."

Scratching his cheek, he nodded. "Yeah, it's almost like dancing with fans. The basics are rather the same but a lot more balance and stability is needed as well. Cutting oneself is something to be avoided at all costs truly." His nose wrinkled a bit as he thought about ballet before he shook his head. "Perhaps, but it's truly not my thing..."

He was always on the lookout for others like him; angelic types whom he didn't really get to see often. Unless he went home tot he Aerial Fortress, but he hated doing that. Going there spelt out one thing Akiya absolutely avoided. Dealing with his grandfathers. "Typically, I don't like to sneak around. And considering how tall I am, it's not exactly the easiest of feats sometimes." A faint grin appeared on his face as he recalled how many times he got stuck somewhere in the house as he tried to sneak around because some parts were not just built for him. "Yeah, I always run into one or two of my kids.. they find it amusing.. to say the least."

"It is rather fun. Only if you're into it, I suppose. But there's also dancing that involves long trains of ribbons. I've seen it done and it looked rather lovely. Maybe I could ask the one who danced for me so show me a few moves to show you or something.. or bring her here. Whatever is easiest." Normally, he wouldn't just offer. Maybe his mind had become warped from growing up some, he just didn't even know anymore. "I guess I like dancing that involves just a bit of danger in it..." Though he wasn't keen on ballet, the thought of wearing tights sorts made his stomach cramp, he wouldn't be against watching it being done.

Dance was dance and all dance was graceful in its own way. Unless the one dancing wasn't very good and then it just became painful. "I've done traditional dancing that requires wearing a rather long sleeved outfit... I haven't seen too many different styles, only what's available where I live. I would like to see more.. just out of curiousity."