log. +goldenrod, Rise and Fuji

[reveiller]

Who: reimprovise and restardom
Where: Goldenrod, outside the inn on a bench
When: In the lazy, lazy afternoon
Summary: Because voice lessons have to happen.
Rating: ... PG?

[This would be a Fuji, commandeering this bench, music sheets in hand. He's flipping through them with a look of contemplation on his face, absently unscrewing the lid on the canister of coffee that he brought along with him. Now-a-days, it's a little rare to see him about without being engaged in an argument or doing something questionable with food and whatnot, and he knows this too -- which is why he looks like he's enjoying this little bit of time off from full-time weirdness.

It's piano music, marked in black and white. There's also a Froslass hanging over his shoulder, breath misty in the warm, afternoon air. As the afternoon wears on, she starts humming tunelessly, and he chuckles, pointing out notes to her in low tones.

It's just a very lazy afternoon.]

Comments

[reveiller]

Oh, do I want to know?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Probably not.

[ the 'gloomy' self was never very interesting. ]

[reveiller]

[a laugh]

Fair enough. So do you know where the music store is?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Of course I do! I was checking out keyboards the other day. [ heading unerringly in that direction. ]

[reveiller]

Oh, good, so my hunch was right. [grinnn] It's always useful to have a savvy tour guide on arm.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... You could have just said--

[reveiller]

Where's the fun in that?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ sigh, moving to hold him by the hand instead of his wrist-- and picking up the pace from stroll to lively. ] Fine then, leave it to me!

[1/2]

[reveiller]

[god physical contact-- with the way his eyes are open and staring at you like you've just grown three heads, you'd think that he'd break out in rashes or something]

[2/2]

[reveiller]

[masking his discomfort with a chuckle as he hurries to keep up, glancing at the hand with a perplexed look once in a while when he thinks she's not looking]

Why of course. It's not as though there's anyone else around that I can leave it to, really.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ oh suck it up, you pansy. You started this. And precisely because of that reaction, she's not releasing him. ]

There are plenty of people, but if you're looking for a cute one...

[reveiller]

My, fishing for compliments, are you now?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

A girl's got to have some confidence, you know?

[reveiller]

Well, then, I certainly won't be complimenting anyone -- not a girl well-set in the confidence department. After all, I wouldn't want to say anything that you already know.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ ... which was a compliment, or she's taking it as one, so she only beams and keeps on tugging. ] Cute guys have to be careful with their compliments, anyway.

[reveiller]

[amusement] Why? Because cute girls have a tendency to collect them in jars and file them away for later perusal?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Because that's how you get yourself a fanclub and three love letters stuffed in your locker a day.

[reveiller]

Not necessarily. I'll have you know that I've seen girls swoon just as the Great Wall of Seigaku stands there with the sunlight glinting off his glasses.

Kind of like dominoes, only they pick themselves up afterward.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Well, you know, there's that type too.

[reveiller]

Maybe I should invest in a pair of glasses.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

The glasses don't always make the guy.

[reveiller]

Oh, I don't know. I think it'd be fun, pushing up the frames solemnly in the middle of a serious conversation.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ stopping and releasing his hand to reach into a pocket and pull out a pair of pink-framed glasses.

Which she'll then offer him solemnly. What may be unusual is that there's no prescription for these, so why would she carry them around? ]

Want to try?

[reveiller]

[delight!]

Ah, don't mind if I do. [he'll just be taking them and popping them right on]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ ... so snazzy. ] Hey, not bad!