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]

[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]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ so much frowning. ] What are you even--

[reveiller]

[grin] Didn't you say time was a-wasting? We'll never get there if we dawdle on the details.

[aaaand picking up the pace!]

[restardom.livejournal.com]

... I'll get you back, just wait. [ keeping up, darnit. ]

[reveiller]

[a brief chuckle, though he honestly didn't catch much of that -- however, just catching the movement of her lips out of the corner of his eyes was enough to get him the general gist of her statement. however, the music store is just ahead, and its just a matter of getting there, really.

he holds the door open for her, just a tad wry, not particularly in apology for earlier, but because sometimes, it's fun to follow expectations. cheerfully--] After you.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ she isn't fooled, but clamps down on her sigh before it escapes and instead ambles right past him and into the store. Dealing with Fuji is not the easiest process. ]

[reveiller]

[Fuji, for one, looks for all the world to be most cheerful. ambling in after Rise amiably!]

Ah, the joys of air conditioning.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

[ for her part, Rise does a little twirl of relief. And even manages a wave at the guys up front, who greet her by name. ]

I love this place, too!

[reveiller]

[amused and watching that brief exchange - it looks like she's a regular, or at the very least, someone who's fairly recognizable. it's not quite surprising though. privately, he thinks that she's the sort of person who's a little difficult to forget.]

You know, there's something called a sleeping bag. And with your height, I think we can fit you in the belly of one of those double basses -- you'd never have to leave again.

[restardom.livejournal.com]

Teeeempting, but I've got places where I'm needed.

[ she won't remark that she's merely short, not tiny. ]