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.]

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[reveiller]

[kira kira kiraaa] Why, thank you. Now, it's just a matter of deciding on the proper way to push them up.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

The "proper" way, huh?

[reveiller]

Didn't you know? Some people push up glasses with their middle fingers and two fingers tucked in. [he demonstrates] And some push with both their middle and forth fingers. [another demonstration]

Yet others push by cradling the lense between their thumb and index fingers. [demonstration!] And some others push by pinching the frame. [push push push Grinnnn.] Highly subjective. It's just a matter of finding which style of push suits your personality.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... Whoa, that's giving way too much thought to it!

[ the kind of person who didn't really think about it, no matter how often she wore glasses in that world. ]

[reveiller]

Hm, am I a finger pusher, or more of a disposition towards nudging the frame with my knuckles? [demonstrating happily]

Thoughts?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ headtilt. ]

Pink looks surprisingly good on you.

[reveiller]

Does it? I'm not surprised, considering most pastel shades do. With the exception of green-- something about it clashes.

It must be your sort of color, too, otherwise you wouldn't be carrying these around.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ taps an earring - pink - with a smile. No need to mention where she got the glasses from, and why she's been carrying them without actually using them. ]

One of 'em.

[reveiller]

[mm, he notes that. not just the earrings, but also the double language. 'one of them', but not all of them. not just one of the colors, but also not one of the reasons.

he hums, contemplative.]

That so? What others?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Orange, yellow-- you know, the bright colors.

[reveiller]

Flashy and flamboyant. You'd look good in them -- but do they suit you?

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Flashy and flamboyant, huh...? [ with a trace of a wry smile. ] Sounds exactly like an idol to me.

[reveiller]

Well, you know what they say. If it sounds like an idol, talks like an idol, walks like an idol...

[restardom.livejournal.com]

It's the granddaughter of a tofu business.

[reveiller]

Nope. Just a girl with pigtails who likes spicy things, striking up arguments with unreasonable people and carrying around a pair of pink non-prescription glasses for reasons unknown.

I think her name was Rise.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Reasons are unknown because you never asked, more than half the time the unreasonable people started it, and the rest of that is right.

[ and yet so many people don't even know that much. ]

[reveiller]

Oh, good, so I have the name down. You know, if you take the romanization of 'Rise', pronounce the 'i' like 'ai' in 'rai', and flatten out the stressed vowel on the ending syllable--

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ claps a hand over his mouth. ]

[reveiller]

[insert muffled chuckling noises that sound suspiciously like giggling, but couldn't possibly be because he's far too ~*manly*~ or something.]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Okay, time's a-wasting! To the store!

[ nudging along. Because one hand has a Bellossom, the other has his mouth. ]

[reveiller]

[follows amiably! though if you don't remove your hand within the next ten seconds, he's licking it--]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ if he's quiet, she'll drop her hand. Because if he licks it, he's getting it in his hair-- ]

[reveiller]

[... yyyyep. a muffled snort. then-- licking! I am so sorry.]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

-- Eeeew! [ sob, shaking her hand. ]

[reveiller]

'Uplifting', 'Upwards', like the rising sun--... [genuine laughter! it's quiet, muffled and sounds like he's choking on somethinggggg]