Plebeian!

descriptions are for plebians you say as you leave it empty

[awaycoommoner]

[text] You’re not listening! This is important!

[To: Unknown Number] [From: Sakuya]

Who is giving my number out to plebeians?! You want to talk about importance? Give me a name so I can remedy this travesty!! 

[awaycoommoner]

iwamine replied to your photo:Coos angrily and flies away. 

WHY IS YOUR BIRD SEEING ALL THESE MESSGAES IM LAUGHING

((Do not underestimate the might of a Le Bel fantail pigeon! They're bred to the point where they're able to read, obviously #theyarent))

watashouji replied to your photo:Coos angrily and flies away. 

{hoW DA RE SOMEONE BEAT ME TO THIS IM OFFENDED}

((Old age has made you slower, oyajiii~*~))

zsnapping replied to your photo:Coos angrily and flies away. 

I’m so happy. The bird pun was worth it.

((Actually you deserve this for your pun. Cherish it.))

[awaycoommoner]

[text] Are you safe?

Sakuya eventually manages to locate his phone, idly batting his hand to shoo the fantail pigeons away from it. Eyebrows knit in confusion as he reads over the texts that somehow accumulated.

[TO: Unknown Number] [From: Sakuya]

Who is this?! How did you get this number!?

[awaycoommoner]

Coos angrily and flies away. 

[awaycoommoner]

[text] Please come over

Sakuya's phone beeps ceaselessly into an almost empty room as a fantail pigeon cocks its head to the side curiously at the device. It gives the phone an experimental tap tap tap with its beak.

"Coo."

[awaycoommoner]

#sweatspearls

[loliphaba]

After having perused the sweet stalls and all they had to offer with a pilfering or two, Gaius took to the more active stalls only a few paces down the festival grounds. They weren’t much his style as they involved playing games to win little prizes here and there but he supposed they could be exciting for a little kid. Curiosity for a particularly popular stall caught his interest and Gaius slipped into the crowd with relative ease, glancing at the large stuffed animals for prizes and wondered if that was the main attraction — the game itself was fairly simple after all. As much attention as it received, the thief himself couldn’t see why he’d want to immediately play and win and turned to leave only to be caught stark still by a commanding authority.

Or so he thought anyway up until he came upon the vision of what looked like a high school student. A fancily dressed one at that. — Well, he didn’t care for being ordered around but he wasn’t so callous as to brush him off. Gaius didn’t mind showing this kid what the purpose of the game was but from the farthest seat in the back row didn’t seem like the most opportune way to do just that. Not really saying much other than “Don’t let go.” - Gaius proceeded to grab Sakuya’s upper arm and lead him through the masses. About half way through however, he realized it was easier working alone than it was with a carry along. Still, he persevered until (after some bumping around) they were at the very front of the crowd.

"And here we are."

Letting go of him then with a following dust of his palms off, he proceeded to motion towards the stacked milk bottles a good throw away. They were there for the sole purpose of being knocked down by a baseball — and after paying, you had three chances. The ideal was to knock all of them down to win a prize, to which Gaius directed Sakuya’s gaze to next. There were obscenely large stuffed animals on display from giant bears, birds, even alpacas to less than impressive sizes of plush toys. Which the thief pointed out were more of a “Thanks for trying” type of prize.

"Make sense? Pay, throw a ball three times, knock down the bottles, win a prize. Piece of cake if you ask me.”

[awaycoommoner]

♛ Idly, Sakuya rubbed the spot on his arm as if the motion would rid his clothing of the dirt from the hands of his company. He was not accustomed to people randomly grabbing at him like that, even less so from a peasant. Even if he did initiate contact with his inquiry, there was no reason to react in such an unruly fashion! However, despite his desire to chide the older man for his behavior, Sakuya kept his mouth shut, if only so he could hear what the other had to say.  

♛ Eyebrows knit in confusion as he listened in on the explanation. On the surface, the rules definitely seemed easy enough--a "piece of cake" as the peasant said. But the activity itself bore some questions from the noble. Was throwing balls at a stack of bottles supposed to be "fun"? Would it not be simpler to just buy the stuffed animal? He couldn't even see how a doll was something one would covet. No matter how Sakuya tried to reason it, he couldn't make sense of it. Though he figured that the common folk had to make due with what limited resources they possessed, the entire thing seemed completely roundabout.

♛ After paying the meager fee and receiving a set of baseballs, Sakuya tossed one of them lightly in his hand. The feel of worn out and frayed leather a stark contrast to his pristine fingers. Blue eyes wearily glanced at the stack of bottles as if contemplating whether or not he should go through with the action. But he'd already started the process and a Le Bel finished everything they committed themselves to. Taking in a sharp breath, Sakuya threw the ball with all his might. He was terrible. Possibly the worst. The only consolation he could offer himself was that a Le Bel shouldn't be lowering themselves to play a commoner's game in the first place--which, admittedly, did not help to make him feel better at all. 

❝This is impossible. How exactly do you commoners find this enjoying?❞

[awaycoommoner]

#doctorsir

♛ So far, the festival had been one hectic experience after another. It was tiring. It was a bumbling mess of common filth. In the face of the hours that Sakuya spent in idle time over his studies, he could, in some way, see why his father would say that the event would be nothing but a waste. At the same time, the heir had difficulty finding it within himself to regret it. Still, unless there was some pressing matter to attend to, he couldn't squander his minutes in Paralia any longer. 

♛ He neared a clearing at the skirt of the festival area before spotting a lone figure sitting down at the base of a tree, seemingly watching the people before them. At first, Sakuya paid them no mind--after all, why would he deign his attention to a peasant? But then the noble recognized the features that the man possessed: long brown hair in a lose ponytail, lab coat, and purple eyes that shone dully in the light. Though he'd never met the brunet before, Sakuya had heard of the man enough times from his father to know who he was.

♛ This man was responsible for saving his father's life and allowing the Le Bel family to grow as strong as it has; one could easily say that their gained prosperity was in part thanks to Iwamine's medicine. Sakuya's father often reminded him of his expected behavior should he ever meet the physician. He had a responsibility as heir to pay his respects to the doctor for all that he had done for them. Taking in a deep breath, the aristocrat calmly made his way over to the brunet, his father's words resounding in his head the entire time. 

❝You're Dr. Iwamine, correct? May I have a word with you?❞

[awaycoommoner]

#maidcoofé

♛ Sakuya was nearing the end of a line of game stalls when he heard a small crowd of girls shrilling in excitement. He winced at the sound; needless to say that shrieking of that level--rather, shrieking at all--was not a common utterance within the Le Bel mansion. The noble briefly wondered what could possibly happen for those girls to react so unsightly. In morbid curiosity, he wandered closer to that particular stand. 

♛ Blue eyes were greeted with a sea of pink frills and lace as if he had just stepped into a duchess' wardrobe. Except of far less quality. It appeared to be some sort of café, one peppered with the presence of maids. But that didn't quite explain the peculiar reaction earlier. Further inspection of the stand, however, would bring Sakuya's attention to a certain maid that was undoubtedly one of his classmates. 

♛ No matter how much he stared, Sakuya couldn't wrap his head around it. Had the commoner fallen on such hard times that he had to reduce himself to such humiliation? Was this a typical hobby for peasants? Certainly, this had to be the reason why his father was so insistent on the necessity of nobility leading those of lower class. They would absolutely fall to ruin without their guidance..! Not only as Ryouta's superior, but classmate as well, Sakuya had to do what he could to prevent the other boy from degrading himself further. He would handle this with the grace and dignity befitting of a Le Bel.

❝Kawara, what is the meaning of this?! What are you doing?!❞

[awaycoommoner]

#sweatspearls

♛ When asked about the nature of the Spring Festival, his father remained uninterested, claiming that the event was left for dirt and maggots. However, Sakuya felt that ignoring it completely was a poor choice. After all, one could not lead the people without experiencing such activities with them, no matter how barbaric it was. As the heir of the Le Bel fortune, he had the responsibility to tend to the masses and grace their lives with his very presence. The decision, of course, had absolutely nothing to do with the noble's curiosity over what exactly a 'festival' was. 

♛ What he found once he entered Paralia's town square came as a surprise. Merchants bartered their wares out in a row, people were reduced to farmers to help plant trees, children were covered in paint, people were cooking out in the open... It was just as uncivilized as his father had told him! Sakuya grimaced as he walked through the various stalls. He simply couldn't see the appeal. Yet, for the most part it appeared as if the people around were enjoying themselves--though perhaps he should have expected as much from lowly commoners. Even so, the heir had some simile of desire to understand the reason for all of the excitement in the air.

♛ He eventually came across a peculiar stand, one that had vibrate decorations and had managed to accumulate a small crowd around it. The people gathered were bustling about merrily over something. Try as he might to peer over shoulders and heads of those in front, Sakuya could not get a better view. Instead, he turned to the person nearest to him, pointing a well-manicured finger to the offending spot. He raised his voice, lips forming a command with the ease of breathing.

❝You there! What is this? Explain to me its purpose.❞