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“Winter is almost here, and this time I’m prepared for any blizzard that’ll hit us. If there is one.”
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“ Is there something wrong with my outfit, or does it just look weird? “
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His eyes surveyed the new area around him. Nothing seemed familiar at all, not the air, not the place... not the people. His loose hakama paired with his haori was a stark contrast to most of the inhabitants here, and Shunsou immediately felt rather out of place.
But the anxiety quickly let itself go as his eyes caught something rather familiar. Those clothes, that style, the mannerisms... Ah, so he isn’t alone after all. Not realizing his feet had begun to move on its own, he soon found himself in front of her. Wait. Now what?
“...”
Yeah. Randomly approaching a stranger doesn’t look too good. Lacking the words and will to make up an excuse, Shunsou resorted to the truth.
“... Sorry. For... randomly approaching you.” He looks down to his own clothes, feigning embarrassment. “You just look... familiar.”
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“God you’re like...really pretty.” Is it jealousy or the palpitations of her bisexual heart? Perhaps both. She’s stopped in her tracks, disarmed by the young woman wrapped delicately and perfectly in her yukata, dainty flowers dappling the bottom and spreading further toward her bodice.
It’s tres chic...so classic, in like a dusty sort of way? What’s this girl doing looking at crop tops and booty shorts - both of which...Lottie had in her hands. No, she was not going to put them down.
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( nonverbal starters ) - accepting.
🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse.
“ What is it? ” Asks Hyakkimaru first—the smell of it familiar in a distant sort of way, but different enough that he can’t pinpoint exactly what the food might be. Not that is matters, in the end, food is food is food. Finding something to eat had proven to be difficult lately, so meals have shrunken in a way reminiscent of wandering too long between villages. Even with a large lake, apparently, no one is allowed to catch or eat the fish they catch. Annoying, he finds it, and all very confusing, besides. But it also happens to be the main reason why Kayo had sat him down for a proper meal—kind enough fizzle the brewing argument between Hyakkimaru and what he assumed to be someone in charge and subsequently lead him away to have an actual meal.
Though he asked the question, he chooses not to wait for the answer. There wouldn’t be enough time to tamper with his food anyway, and Hyakkimaru isn’t the picky type, could never afford to be such. He allows himself a measured bite and quickly decides to take two more in quick succession, lighting up in a subtle way of his.
“ It’s good, ” for all that he still isn’t sure what he’s eating. // @falsebride
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SEND ONE FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOUR MUSE
↱ = being lost with them .
“Hmm... uhhh...” Caspar couldn’t really think of where to begin. Where could he start after all that happened. He went off to chase off some guys that were bothering this girl, and he decided to go after them, but they kind of disappeared. That was fine, they better run off and hide. However, there were two things he wasn’t expecting. One; that the girl he was defending would follow behind the fighter to see what happened. Second; that he would be lost after all the twist and turns he made in this place. “.... Soooo.... I think we’re lost.” Caspar rub the back of his head, hopefully those words didn’t make the other nervous. “Are you okay? Those guys won’t be coming to bug you again. Not as long as I’m around.”
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“Your outfit is.... very interesting.”
Ah, that probably didn’t sound very good, did it? No, it was supposed to be a compliment, but sometimes Lysithea’s words can come out sounding... not so. Quickly, the young mage waved a hand a little.
“I don’t mean anything bad by it. I have a friend that would probably be interested in your attire choices, that’s all. You’re very fashionable.”
Really, Lysithea herself would like to wear something like that, but she wasn’t sure if she could pull something like that off.
“hmm... i feel a unique air about you. perhaps may i ask where you’ve come from? there are whole bunch of interesting people here, isn’t there?”
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