[ A master, huh? Maybe he's some kind of servant. ]
Well, if you enjoyed that, perhaps I can commit to practicing a few songs you liked? We'll have to meet a few times for practice, of course... And also for the flower language lessons.
[ Midnight looks back at his new friend and grins. He is now committing to this. Now, whether his friend wants to commit to this or not will completely depend on if he wants to deal with more of Midnight... or how many opportunities for vengeance he wants. ]
My name is Midnight, by the way. What's your name?
( The implication doesn't pass him. So this guy-- Midnight-- intends to make this a recurring thing? How friendly of him. He smiles back and while Midnight is looking back at him, he makes a dash towards him... and runs right past so he can walk in front, his back now to him. )
It's been awhile since I've been able to listen to good music.
( Yeah, there was the strange jukebox in the ice cream parlor but that music had just played songs that seemed to tug at heart strings and run old wounds for most. He'd rather listen to music that makes him and others feel happy. )
I'll think of a song. ( It's an agreement. ) And a few lessons in turn.
( Now, it's his turn to look back, )
Tsurumaru Kuninaga. ( And since he can't bow like this, he'll wink, ) Midnight and the white crane, hm? What an image!
[ Midnight's eyebrows lift as Tsurumaru Kuninaga takes the lead. It's whimsical, very sweet. (Midnight can no longer see his face unless he chooses to turn. Midnight understands this. He doesn't mind.) ]
Striking, isn't it? What a painting... or a poem. Like something you'd read in an old, old book...
[ He laughs a little at the wink, looks down. Someone who likes surprises, fun.
(Someone who doesn't want to be sad, to be seen too sad. But that's cheating, and anyhow, Midnight is the same, so it'd be terribly hypocritical to bring it up.) ]
My days tend to be fairly free. Let's meet once a week, barring interruptions by discourteous plants and any other manner of unpleasantries this place decides to bestow upon us.
[ Midnight tilts his head from side to side. He's vaguely steering them toward the last place he saw to get drinks, but he's in no rush, especially if Tsurumaru is as keen to create surprises for them as he says. ]
I've been here... Well, almost three months now. As these things seem to come and go on a monthly basis, I don't know if we have enough information for anything to be sure, besides new arrivals tending to arrive at the beginning of a month and petering out by around the middle. District expansions tend to reveal themselves then, too.
[ He sighs, sticks both hands in his pockets. ]
I'd say... if we have another odd event near the end of next month as well, we'll have the makings of a pattern. Until then, we just don't know enough to be certain.
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Well, if you enjoyed that, perhaps I can commit to practicing a few songs you liked? We'll have to meet a few times for practice, of course... And also for the flower language lessons.
[ Midnight looks back at his new friend and grins. He is now committing to this. Now, whether his friend wants to commit to this or not will completely depend on if he wants to deal with more of Midnight... or how many opportunities for vengeance he wants. ]
My name is Midnight, by the way. What's your name?
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( The implication doesn't pass him. So this guy-- Midnight-- intends to make this a recurring thing? How friendly of him. He smiles back and while Midnight is looking back at him, he makes a dash towards him... and runs right past so he can walk in front, his back now to him. )
It's been awhile since I've been able to listen to good music.
( Yeah, there was the strange jukebox in the ice cream parlor but that music had just played songs that seemed to tug at heart strings and run old wounds for most. He'd rather listen to music that makes him and others feel happy. )
I'll think of a song. ( It's an agreement. ) And a few lessons in turn.
( Now, it's his turn to look back, )
Tsurumaru Kuninaga. ( And since he can't bow like this, he'll wink, ) Midnight and the white crane, hm? What an image!
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Striking, isn't it? What a painting... or a poem. Like something you'd read in an old, old book...
[ He laughs a little at the wink, looks down. Someone who likes surprises, fun.
(Someone who doesn't want to be sad, to be seen too sad. But that's cheating, and anyhow, Midnight is the same, so it'd be terribly hypocritical to bring it up.) ]
My days tend to be fairly free. Let's meet once a week, barring interruptions by discourteous plants and any other manner of unpleasantries this place decides to bestow upon us.
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(A crane is rescued by a passing stranger. At night, a woman appears on his doorstep. She later returns the favor but at a price.
Tsurumaru looks ahead again. She had wished to be unseen too, right?
Hm.)
Once a week.
(He nods. He can do that.)
Do you think this garden is enough for now? That school has been quiet for some time...
(Does Midnight think they're due for something else this month? Or will they get to practice in peace???)
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I've been here... Well, almost three months now. As these things seem to come and go on a monthly basis, I don't know if we have enough information for anything to be sure, besides new arrivals tending to arrive at the beginning of a month and petering out by around the middle. District expansions tend to reveal themselves then, too.
[ He sighs, sticks both hands in his pockets. ]
I'd say... if we have another odd event near the end of next month as well, we'll have the makings of a pattern. Until then, we just don't know enough to be certain.