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[thegarbagexwilldo-blog]

“Coming,” she called, struggling to stand on one leg to remove her sock one at a time, the deep thumping from her hopping on the floor loud. “Yeah, I’m here.” Opening the door, she smiled to see Kao. “Hey.” 

“Come in,” she said, moving sweaty hair out of her face. “I was just getting ready to, uh, yeah, come in.”

[thegooman-blog]

His brows raised, listening to the thumps on the other side of the door. But from the sound of her voice she seemed to be okay. It would have been rude of him to go barging in uninvited anyway. And then she was there, smiling at him, welcoming him and he was unable to resist mimicking her friendly nature, smiling sheepishly as he shuffled inside.

The blanket forgotten for the moment, he glanced around the room, looking for what had been making all the noise. He reached up, banging the side of the wall, trying to duplicate it with a puzzled expression.

[thegooman-blog]

Kaonashi stood nervously in front of the door, the soft material of the newly made blanket held against his side. His hand was hesitant, knuckles paused against the wood of the door before he took a breath and let himself knock.

[wendyish]

“..It’s my birthday!”

[thegooman-blog]

A look of surprise passed over his face and he immediately was digging into his pockets. A gift. People needed gifts on their birthday. What could he possibly give? What did other people like? What would she like? Desperately he rummaged around in his jacket, producing nothing but a few yen coins he’d kept from home. He held them out to her.

[wendyish]

“..Guess what day it is!”

[thegooman-blog]

He cocked his head, looking at the girl expectantly. 

[thegarbagexwilldo-blog]

She almost snatched it from him to quickly tighten the bolt. The rag she’d been using to try to hold off the mess soaked through to her hand. “Ugh.” She tossed it and stood. “Thanks. Are you off or taking a break?”

[thegooman-blog]

Her hands were fast, swiping the thing from his own but he couldn’t really blame her if this needed to be done quickly. Messes were....messy. And oil would be quite a pain. He ducked his head, watching her work and tighten the bolt, the machinery should be very pleased with her work. As far as he could tell. At her question his gaze shifted back to her and he settled back with a smile. And a shrug. He was off work for the day but there was always a chance he’d have to go back in if someone ripped their costume.  

[thegarbagexwilldo-blog]

“Hand me that. No, not that, no, no.”

“I can’t move from here, if I don’t have that wrench, this thing is gonna leak oil everywhere.”

[thegooman-blog]

He tentatively reached for the tool, hand hovering above it. Not this one. This one? His hand moved to the one next in line and quickly handed it to her. The last thing he wanted was to have her covered in oil. 

[niniminimin]

♡

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[merida-darkarrows-blog]

Merida leant in a little closer. “Kaonashi?” She said slowly, hoping she pronounced it correctly. “thats a cool name.” Clearly, from the name tag, this boy didn’t like speaking at all or was just mute. Merida didn’t mind either way and gave a small nod, “its very nice to meet you Kaonashi.” she said it once again, just to get the name in her head.

Angus, who apparently had enough of the rain, pulled away from the new boy once again and took a few steps towards the stable car, turning back and rearing up a little, knowing Merida had to open the big door for him; even after six years Merida was pleased her horse hadn’t figured out how to open that door yet. He was just throwing a bit of a show for the new boy, Merida knew Angus just wanted to show off a little.

“Well it looks like Angus is sick of the rain now, sorry lad.” Merida mused as she watched her horse give another little buck up into the air. “but if you’d like to get away from the rain with us you could join us in the stable car for a bit while I try Angus down and check on the other horses, if you like that is?”

[thegooman-blog]

The sound of his name in her accent was not like he was used to hearing back home. Or anywhere else in his stay in America to be honest. But that didn’t stop it from sounding nice and he decided immediately that he really liked her accent. A smile touched his face at her compliment and then again at her polite way of greeting him. He nodded his head a little, his own way of doing the same. 

Angus took his steps away from him and Kaoanshi instantly lowered his hands away from the creature, watching him with a curiosity as he strode towards the gates. Instantly he was a little disappointed. It was time to go inside, he understood that. But it’d been nice while it’d lasted. 

At Merida’s request he couldn’t help but be a little surprised. He hadn’t expected an invitation but he certainly wasn’t going to refuse it. He nodded.

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[theskellingtoner-blog]

“Okay. C’mon, it’s this way.” He didn’t reach down to help the stranger up. Something about them struck him as wrong, and he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it was, but he trusted his instincts enough by this point in his life to listen when they rang his warning bells. Was dropping everything and running an option at this point? No, it wasn’t. For all he knew, this person could be coming to join the carnival and they’d have to work together: he couldn’t just up and leave with no excuse, and he also couldn’t leave the kid out here in the cold while they were wet and covered in mud. 

“We don’t have all day, kid. I don’t want you to freeze to death, let’s get you onto the grounds before nightfall.” His tone was brisque, but not harsh .

[thegooman-blog]

The oni man stood still as Kaonashi tried his best to swipe the flecks of wet dirt from his eyes and his mouth and he feared that he’d keep this foul taste on his tongue even after he took a toothbrush to it. He did not feel at all offended by the way the other seemed to revolve around the outside of him rather than come towards him. It was custom back home, why would it not be custom here? 

But taking note of his slight stiffness was almost amusing considering that he’d been the one to first scare Kaonashi with his tattoos. 

The tone of his voice was not soft and Kaonashi stiffened a little himself, knowing that it was because of himself that he would get this kind of tone and not a friendly one. Solemnly he nodded his head, motioning for Jack to lead the way.

[sillyxlittlexgirl-blog]

Rainy Daze || Open

Rainy weather was her favorite. Not storms. Storms were awful and jarring and frightening, however, Eilonwy loved when it was rainy; mostly because it mean’t she could afford to be lazy, but also because she loved how it seemed to wash all the terribly things away and make everything clean and new.

Getting dressed and pulled on a pair of fluffy socks and rain boots, Ellie pulled her backpack on, full of everything she’d need for an afternoon of practicing, and ventured out into the pouring rain. While other might be running around, trying to keep as dry as possible, Eilonwy gladly took her time, even taking the long way to the practice tent. By the time she arrived, she was sopping from head to toe, hair looking like she’d just stepped out of the shower or something. 

Without a care, she pulled off her sweatshirt and soaked jeans to reveal a a mostly dry outfit of a long sleeved top and leggings and kicked off her boots, just wanting to be comfortable while she practiced, hoping to be useful by the time they landed in their next place.

She was hardly paying attention to the world around her up until she saw someone else entering from out the corner of her eye, “Morning!” she smiled cheerfully.

[thegooman-blog]

Rain was beautiful. Drizzle or storm or even in snow or hail if it was coming from the sky Kaonashi didn’t skip out on enjoying it or even standing in it (though he’d learned his lesson with hail that that kind of storm was only for watching unless he wanted thousands of tiny bruises). People in rain were beautiful too. Even if they were angry to be in it. Umbrellas were his favorite thing about it. Though he could never really pick out a design he liked most to be his own umbrella.

So he found himself in the rain. Again. As he had many times since they stopped in this very very wet city. But it was okay because there were always clean clothes or some sort of machinery running warm nearby that he could stand near to keep from catching a chill. 

He needed more thread for the sewing machine and because he couldn’t ask someone directly he figured it’d be easier to find where it was stored himself. Probably in one of the train cars with all the costumes and props. Even if it weren’t there maybe he could find something old and forgotten that he could stitch back into something new and beautiful and he imagined handing it over to someone who would thank him and kiss his forehead for doing such a good job.

He would need to cut through the practice tents to get where he needed to be and he hoped that he wouldn’t be interrupting anything big by walking through the flap. His first instinct after getting out of the rain was to rub at his eyes, swiping the water droplets from his face so he jumped when his hands lowered and he found another person looking his way. She greeted him with a smile and he knew it would be rude to walk away without doing the same.

With a nervous smile he slowly raised his hand in a small wave.

[yeot-meogeo]

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[humorthehook-deactivated2018013]

This kid was weird. Everything about him was unsettling, just a quarter turn off from normal. Just odd enough to set off a couple warning bells in Jamie’s mind. A hard thing to do, honestly, with her ego. Just as she was starting to think maybe she shouldn’t have stopped, just as she stepped onto the train, the little mute boy from her therapy group came to mind. He made sounds, but he couldn’t speak. 

He had a name stitched into his jacket. He only made noises, didn’t open his mouth. Oh. “Hey bud. It’s alright.” She dropped the friendliness act instantly. If he was actually mute, if he was like her, he didn’t need her fake smiles. “Kaonashi, yeah? Tap me if I’m saying it wrong.” 

There were a lot of people in the carnival. More than she liked most of the time. Taking her time removing the umbrella from her prosthetic’s grip she composed herself, and shut the umbrella. “Let’s get you dry okay?”

[thegooman-blog]

Her demeanor had changed. This he noticed instantly the second she dropped the overtly friendly vibe she’d given him at first. It set him on edge. He was prepared to have her change her attitude, completely run him over. But she didn’t. 

Instead she came off as more sincere and somehow he was even less ready to believe that.

The way she pronounced his name made him smile. It sounded funny but with every accent except a Japanese one it sounded funny. He couldn’t even really place her nationality her accent was unique and lovely. Just like the hand she’d helped him up with. Unique. And lovely. He nodded his head.

Kaonashi watched her hands, how she folded up the umbrella and when she mentioned getting him dry he breathed a relieved breath of air. He would like that. And some tea.

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[theskellingtoner-blog]

“Gotcha. So you didn’t… hurt anything?” Whoever-it-was didn’t seem keen on talking, which was slightly worrying, and the set of his shoulders seemed far too tense for Jack to assume that everything was fine. 

But he was of the firm philosophy that if people weren’t up front about their pain and wounds, poking at them and making them worse was the only way to properly air them, or make it so they had no other choice than to get help. If something had happened to this person, he’d make them admit it. 

He puffed. “Good. Are you headed to the carnival? I can walk you there.” 

[thegooman-blog]

He slowly pushed himself to his feet, wobbling a little in the muck until he settled himself upright. Lifting his head and trying to wipe some of the mud off his cheek he slowly shook his head at the question. He wasn’t hurt. Just cold and muddy and wanted a warm drink and a piece of cake.

The man with the oni tattoos seemed hesitant to accept that answer though and he was at a loss on how to prove it. Really, this wasn’t the worst he’s ever felt. 

He nodded yes this time. Yes, he was going back to the carnival and he was excited to actually get in the bath. He’d bought bath bombs and was too eager to use them, even if the mud made it dirty.

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[merida-darkarrows-blog]

Merida gave a small smile as she watched the lad and her horse meet for the first tip. Angus gave a little happy nicker as the lad petting his nose, before bucking his head up out of reach for a moment to playfully nibble on his hair. “That means he likes you.” she said quickly, in case the boy freaked out. After letting the lad know that he was liked, in Angus’ odd way, the giant horse went back to bowing his head, demanding more head pets.

The red head petted her horses neck and took a little step closer, curious about the new boy at the carnival. He clearly was one of them, the gates were closed and there was no way in if you didn’t have the key. “Whats your name?” she asked after a moment, the rain coming down around them. She’d need to warsh Angus down in warm water and then have a nice hot shower herself so neither got sick, but for the moment it was soothing and nice to just stand in the freezing rain with the new boy

[thegooman-blog]

He’d frozen the moment Angus moved away from his hands, positive that he’d done something wrong to aggravate him and for a moment, as the horse nibbled at his hair, he thought that maybe Angus intended to eat him. At least it would be an interesting way to die. And at the hands of such a beautiful creature too. But he’d relaxed as the girl explained it to him. He liked him? How exciting! They’d only just met but already they were friends. Angus bent his head down back towards his hands and Kaonashi was more than pleased to return to petting him. 

He turned his head towards the girl at her question and after a moment he pulled open one side of his jacket. He’d had his name and his nickname stitched on the inside in English letters. Though he could understand english well enough, he wasn’t the best at writing it and it was easier to introduce himself by pointing to his nickname rather than writing it down. Kaonashi.

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[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[womxnxup]

Gogo was a little taken aback by the lack of words from the other. Although he had nodded so she took that to mean that he was fine. “Ok good, you at the Carnival?” She asked, pointing back towards where the Carnival was. “Do you want a lift back?” Gogo looked at the boy quizzically. He was a bit odd, mainly because he wasn’t speaking, and that she’d found him face first in the mud. Gogo wasn’t actually sure if her bike could hold two people, it was pretty small, an effort to make it go faster, really only she could ride on it. Although she’d be willing to walk back with him, even if it meant getting wetter in the rain. 

[thegooman-blog]

Again, he nodded at her question, eagerly. Yes yes, he was one of them now. He had a job and everything and he was here to make it a good time. A lift? He tilted his head, momentarily confused until his eyes flicked to her bike and then back to her. With a surprised expression he pointed to the bike and then to himself. She would let him ride that? He nodded just as eagerly, a smile on his face now. 

[thegooman-blog]

Mud ||

[theskellingtoner-blog]

Jack was never one for long walks, but he also needed to pick up some gauze from the store, so in the end, necessity won out over his laziness. He almost missed the strange looks people gave him when he went out on his own into public stores. But, now he had gauze and several cartons of cigarettes squirreled away in his jacket, so he was set for a while. 

The shape of the person sitting in the mud scared him half to death- he thought perhaps a child had gotten separated from their parents. When he got closer and realized that it was a regular person, he laughed in relief. 

“Hey. You okay down there?” He slogged into the mud, stopping just out of arm’s reach. He loved to sit around a good mud puddle and stomp as much as the next guy, but this person looked like they’d fallen, which ruined the fun a bit when it was this cold out. Maybe they could use a friendly face.

[thegooman-blog]

Oh, how he wished he could fade away at this moment. He would pray for it if he thought it would do him any good. He knew from past experience that it wouldn’t. 

He glanced up as the person in front of him spoke and he jumped, more than startled by the state of the person’s appearance. It was like looking into the face of an oni mask and for a moment he thought that’s just what it might been. Until he noticed it moving with the words the other spoke and he realized with a soft “oh” that this was not a mask but a part of his face and all at once he was curious and mortified at the thought of how many needles it may have taken to get all of that ink to look so defined. 

He was impressed. 

He slowly nodded his head. He was okay.