(Cont. for @peepingtoad)
There was probably nothing more ordinary than his day at present, which had commenced with a perfectly pleasant cup of tea at a favourite café of his, followed by some idle perusing of the markets. They always got the best second hand books here, and for all his author side preferred the idea of supporting writers directly by buying new, he simply couldn’t pass up the chance for a bargain—or even better, some rare find that wasn’t even in print anymore…
He was just scraping around the bargain bin, and had only just laid his hand on an old yet basically untouched copy of Gutsy Shinobi (a definite cause for pouting) when a small exclamation of awe from someplace behind him drew his attention, and he turned to see who it was. This seemed to shock the person—a young woman—enough that the bag in her hands began to lean rather ominously. As her arms scrambled to keep it all gathered up, Jiraiya also reached down to support it from the underneath with a breezy smile.
“Oop! There ya go!” he said with a cheerful lilt, only to drop the offending book and catch a falling apple about halfway to the ground. He balanced it precariously on top of the over-filled bag… which was probably not going to help much in the long run, but still. He helped!
“Weren’t expecting to see someone like me wandering around the place, huh?” Jiraiya said with the knowing nod of someone who was clearly very much used to being approached like this, before his attention was back on that Gutsy Shinobi copy, giving it a good look over. “Well, I’m afraid to say I haven’t got anything on me to sign your grocery bag with—disgraceful, as an author, I know—but…”
He flipped open the front cover of the book casually, but what he saw transformed a perfectly chilled out visage into an indignant frown.
“… Oh, what the hell?! This one’s a signed copy! First edition! And they’re selling it off in the damn bargain bin for what—” His dark irises darted over the inside covers for a price, and when he found the offending pencil-scrawled number, he gasped in theatrical affront. “Peanuts! Absolute peanuts! Hey pal—yeah! Lemme just give you what this is actually worth, alright?!”
With that said, he rummaged in his pocket and handed the seller a fistful of notes—which probably amounted to a good few months worth of household bills. Definitely what it was worth, of course. The bewildered man took the money for him with tears of joy in his eyes and bowed profusely, but Jiraiya had already turned back to the stranger with an expression that said he hadn’t really thought this through.
She probably seemed quite star-struck, and she surely felt like a clumsy idiot for reacting in the way she had. At the end of the day it didn't matter what she had heard about this man, he was just a person living their life. Emiri was already in the process of scolding herself for this when he offered assistance, calmly placing the dropped fruit precariously back up on top of her bag.
She was quick to thank the man for his assistance, even if the position of the returned produce could potentially cause an issue later on. The last thing she wanted was to come across as rude or unsightly to someone so highly regarded.
"To be honest, it's not every day you run into a walking legend!" Emiri offered a nervous laugh, adjusting her hold on her groceries. "I've heard a lot of stories about you, though it was really rude of me to stare, I apologize for that."
It seemed, despite her anxiety that he might find her off putting, that simply wasn't the case. For all the intimidating and sometimes unsavory things she had heard through the grapevine about this man, he seemed, at least upon her fumbled first impression, to actually be rather down to earth and dare she say, fun.
The indignant way he reacted to seeing one of what she recognized as his own work, and the reckless manner in which he purchased it from the shop owner, Emiri couldn't help but to find herself laughing at the absolute absurdity of it all. Especially when he offered it to her after making such a scene.
She of course recognized the book in question. Spending any manner of time around Kakashi lead to at least a vague understanding of the literature he favored, most of which were written by the tall gentleman standing before her. Even if she had never read any of his works on her own, Emiri had at least an idea of how significant a first edition signed copy of one of his books would be to a fan or collector.
"Is it okay for me to have it? I would be honored, of course but..." She hesitated for a moment, hoping to not offend him "I haven't really read any of your books, so I almost feel it'd be wasted on me? At the very least I would feel bad getting it for free, especially after my embarrassing display.”