Last to bloom.

~ OC blog for Akino Ichihana. Feel free to send a message and we will talk about possible posts! ~ Hello! Is there any thing I can help you with? There is a new batch of cookies if you want.

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    Half of me wonders if it might be worth it to take another trip to France... The other half knows I'm too lazy to do it again...

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 Oh look! The elusive Akino muse!

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     Oh, gosh. What a sweetheart. The barest hint of a flush rises to her cheeks at his compliment to her name, and her smile broadens by several degrees.

     "Oh…—only if it’s no bother!" She would certainly appreciate the company, but not if it’ll inconvenience him in any way. 

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"It's hardly a bother, it means I get my cuppa now!"

He seems over all delighted to have company for tea! So, Akino puts box down inside his apartment door and steps aside to let he in. It's a neat little place that clearly only has room for one or two people to live there the whole time but it's nice and homely... 

 "Have a seat any where! Or, where you can find that doesn't have a box on it, I suppose."

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     "Akino? That’s very pretty." A pause—oh, but she should introduce herself. How terribly rude she’s been! Awful, awful. Oh, dear.

     "It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Ivory, but…—my friends call me Ike, so. Both are fine."

     Awkwardness aside, she’s in a rather lovely mood, and this boy seems nice, and—it’s all just a bit grand, really, isn’t it?

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    "That's a lovely name!"

He chimes with interest before withdrawing a tad bit away. The girl was positively radiant and it was an all together mood lift to even be near her. So he bounds his head up a sad little bit to look her in the eyes.

   "Would you like to come in for tea or any thing? I was going to have some but go caught up in unpacking."

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     "Oh—oh, that’s alright!" 

Was that too bright of a reassurance? Blast. Even so, Ike’s hand is soft and warm against the stranger’s, hoping to calm him.

     "What’s your name?"

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   "Alright, still... But, oh! My name is Akino, nice to meet you?"

He turns to warmly shake her hand before relaxing a tad bit and giving a sigh of relief to her. She seems friendly enough and her smile is pretty! So maybe a new friend from her would be nice?

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       ╰♗╮ ⇢ With a soft hum in content, the angelic creature’s eyes close and he relaxes. So he’s a bit out of it but that’s just due to his tiredness. He hasn’t slept for the last two weeks, you see — and there hasn’t been a chance for him to just pass out and catch up on slumber. (Though he may pass out right here and now considering how comfy Akino was!) “Cold — ah — yeah.." Andrew agrees as eyes flicker to open. “How have you been..?"

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He makes sure to take note of the sleepy angel on his shoulder and how much more worn he appeared then usual. The worry set in on Akino's face again while he rubbed the other's shoulder gently and with a low sigh. He wasn't going to bring it up but maybe a warm cuppa and some time at his new apartment might help a tad!

     "Good! Just got settled into my new apartment, still moving boxes though... You?"

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    "Good evening! Excuse my mess out side and in, I have been a big in shambles." 

Akino greets warmly while pacing out the outside of his apartment, boxes tucked up and around his arms and into his hold. 

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       ╰♗╮ ⇢ “Hm — oh! — Hello." Andrew responds with a soft voice, honey-lit hues flickering over to look to the one now seated beside him. He regards him with a warm smile before carefully leaning a head against his shoulder — perhaps having not seen the concerned expression upon Akino’s face. “Isn’t the night sky lovely?"

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   "Hello.."

His greeting is slightly lack luster due to his worry over the other. But he lets it by a little bit when the other's head is on his shoulder. So he gently ruffles Andy's hair and smiles, giving a tiny little nod of agreement, since it really is a nice evening!

"Gorgeous, but it's a tad bit cold, yeah?"

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    "Excuse me for not greeting you sooner, I am still moving boxes and I think I accidentally took a nap too..."

Akino worries his lip a little bit before greeting them, holding out a hand and shoving the flustered look down his throat.

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    "…."

Akino stalks along with him with a slightly concerned expression, curious as to what happened.

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       ╰♗╮ ⇢ Eventually he just plops down on a bench and huffs, fingers rubbing his temples. He’s just been so exhausted as of late — oh woe is him.

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    "Andy?"

Akino comes up behind him and leans down to look his distressed friend over. He eventually sits beside him and frowns a little bit, clearly wondering what is wrong.

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       ╰♗╮ ⇢ “My head still hurts." Andrew stop biting your nails, that’s a bad habit. And you need to get to a doctor, really, what if that jar gave you a brain injury!

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    "...."

Akino stalks along with him with a slightly concerned expression, curious as to what happened.

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              ❝ ➜ ❞ - - - | “Sharma Sharma Sharma~." Pardon the Familiar — he’s just an oddity all on his own; rocking to and fro on the balls of his feet before he takes a single step closer. “Can I know where I am~? I’ve been walking a lot and I’m super tired." Which means he’ll have to find somewhere to sleep — oh goodie! Maybe he could find an abandoned building — or a tree. Or even a bench. Benches weren’t too comfy but beggars can’t be choosers in these sorts of situations.

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Akino seems idly amused by him none the less and offers a little better of a smile to the man. But he nods and thinks of the best way to describe where they are at the moment.

    "This is the South end! We are near the apartment complex I am moving into right now! It's why I have all these boxes..."

He will openly admit that moving each box from storage and up two flights of stairs is a bit of a point but the view he has is worth it, as well as the apartment it's self.  

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              ❝ ➜ ❞ - - - | “It’s a good idea! Paper airplanes are very nice and lovely." And Sharma kept the ones where people had odd or cute handwriting quirks. Like he still possessed the ones from a lovely Michele, his ‘pen-pal’ so to speak considering she always left him a paper-airplane outside her door that he’d pick up (with some food). And oh she dotted her I’s with a heart! Who did that nowadays!? So Sharma kept them in a secret location — protective of the parchments.            "Akinnnooo~. I like that name too. Akino it is~. And a moving man would be Moving Man! Not Box Man. Unless he moves boxes too?"

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   "I suppose a mover man and a box man are the same to me?"

He halfheartedly supports his retaliation. Mover men lift moving boxers full of clothing and things, right? So they can be one in the same if one thought long and hard about it! So Akino was going to stick by that though to win this small case, even though it really wasn't one and was more for the sake of conversation.

   "But I really like your name too, Sharma isn't a common name, or at least not one I have heard or seen many times..."

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              ❝ ➜ ❞ - - - | “You don’t have to~." Sharma sang up as he waved hands about some, not approaching the other to then shake his hand. “I don’t like shaking hands anyway! I’d rather people send paper-airplanes on over — they’re nicer~." Plus shaking hands meant getting close and that meant no talking! Plus he was tired so wandering to and fro to talk and shake hands was too exhausting. "But hello hello Box Mover~." Let’s hope that nickname didn’t stick. “I’m Sharma!"

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   "I suppose that is a rather unique idea..." 

He will admit that much at least, but this man in front of him himself seemed as unique as his thought process! So Akino indulged him and puts his own hands into his own pockets before smiling an nodding his head. Ah, even a unique new nick name from him...

   "Oh, nice to meet you! But my name's Akino, box mover would be something strange a moving man might pick up as a nick name, not myself."