Post by Chousen on Sept 7, 2017 14:14:19 GMT
Such a firm shake for someone who looked like a bad gust of wind could knock them down. Maybe he was underestimating her again... A bad habit, especially when they were now friends. It was odd. He had never looked for friendship, and the goal he had for this place was almost in total opposition of gaining friends, yet here he was. It felt somewhat warm, and even a little bit nice. And the thought of having gained an ally did ease his mind somewhat in the future, he was sure. Being able to know that there was at least one native human that he could rely on and talk to that knew of his blight. The old man at Oyecomova was a close second, but he was blind and unaware of so many things.
"Aye. Oyecomova. 'Tis open every day of the week, as the old man who owns it lives in an upper floor in the same building, and has the time to work. I'll be there during the day... I do not have much else to do but to stay inside during then. Maybe when winter comes and even the days get a bit darker." If he would still be here by the time winter came. It was starting to get chiller as the days went on, but no snow had appeared just yet, and would not appear until the end of the next month at the earliest. Or such was his prediction, based on what he had learned about the climate of this human world. Maybe it'd come earlier or later. Times were changing.
He did join with Berry on the worrying part, however: Rosaline did not seem to be well. "Stay safe, milady. Get some rest as soon as possible... You do sound just a little weak. Please, take care of her, Berry." His head nods towards the Tsukaimon. They seemed a bit like an overgrown rat with wing ears, but their concern for Rosaline gave him a light sense of respect for the Tsukaimon. Care between partners was paramount for the relationship to even begin to be fruitful. At least these two seemed to have a basic understanding of the fact.
He quickly gathered all the articles of clothing he had discarded, stuffing his feet into the large boots, pulling on the trench coat and finally putting on the wide-brimmed hat Rosaline had removed, tucking his tail inside the trenchcoat. Now, he looked like a misshapen little man instead of a kendo-practicing reptile. A marked improvement for the night life of the city, his shinai sheathed inside his trench choat while the bag of alcohol was lifted. Hopefully the old man hadn't gotten too impatient while waiting for him.
"Please, take care."
Rosaline Corzett
"Aye. Oyecomova. 'Tis open every day of the week, as the old man who owns it lives in an upper floor in the same building, and has the time to work. I'll be there during the day... I do not have much else to do but to stay inside during then. Maybe when winter comes and even the days get a bit darker." If he would still be here by the time winter came. It was starting to get chiller as the days went on, but no snow had appeared just yet, and would not appear until the end of the next month at the earliest. Or such was his prediction, based on what he had learned about the climate of this human world. Maybe it'd come earlier or later. Times were changing.
He did join with Berry on the worrying part, however: Rosaline did not seem to be well. "Stay safe, milady. Get some rest as soon as possible... You do sound just a little weak. Please, take care of her, Berry." His head nods towards the Tsukaimon. They seemed a bit like an overgrown rat with wing ears, but their concern for Rosaline gave him a light sense of respect for the Tsukaimon. Care between partners was paramount for the relationship to even begin to be fruitful. At least these two seemed to have a basic understanding of the fact.
He quickly gathered all the articles of clothing he had discarded, stuffing his feet into the large boots, pulling on the trench coat and finally putting on the wide-brimmed hat Rosaline had removed, tucking his tail inside the trenchcoat. Now, he looked like a misshapen little man instead of a kendo-practicing reptile. A marked improvement for the night life of the city, his shinai sheathed inside his trench choat while the bag of alcohol was lifted. Hopefully the old man hadn't gotten too impatient while waiting for him.
"Please, take care."
Rosaline Corzett
