“Ryo looked down at his own attire in dismay. “I look like a fool,” he said miserably, and Yasu, who was actually attired as a fool, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. “No offense,” Ryo added, moments too late for efficacy.”
“For all that you walk unrepentantly like a man in a dress, you’re going to be quite the damsel in distress, aren’t you?” “My boot is going to distress your ass,” Ryo snapped, and the man turned to look down at him, delighted. “And I’m perfectly talented at walking in a dress.” Ryo hoisted his skirt, revealing his knees, and stomped a little ahead of the man as they approached the main theater entrance, before he remembered that he had no idea where he was going. Hilarious.
“Keep up!” Kamenashi said, and Ryo’d like to see him get around in high-heeled boots that are half a size too small for Ryo’s feet, in a situation he was woefully unprepared for. Ah, Ryo, if you only knew.
“You’ve brought home an exceptionally ugly woman,” it said, and Ryo squeaked and stepped backwards, away from it. Ueda, the steampunk fairy. Teehee.
“Are those… automatons?” Ryo asked, and Junno tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Sort of,” he said. “This is Koki,” and he gestured to the black machine, which had big eyes and expressively waving many-jointed tail. “And this is Nakamaru.” The Nakamaru-machine had a large nose, and seemed much calmer.
“Not like Ueda,” Junno said. “They play nice with strangers.”
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Date: 2012-07-19 08:28 pm (UTC)Too many favorite things...
“Ryo looked down at his own attire in dismay. “I look like a fool,” he said miserably, and Yasu, who was actually attired as a fool, patted him on the shoulder sympathetically. “No offense,” Ryo added, moments too late for efficacy.”
“For all that you walk unrepentantly like a man in a dress, you’re going to be quite the damsel in distress, aren’t you?” “My boot is going to distress your ass,” Ryo snapped, and the man turned to look down at him, delighted. “And I’m perfectly talented at walking in a dress.” Ryo hoisted his skirt, revealing his knees, and stomped a little ahead of the man as they approached the main theater entrance, before he remembered that he had no idea where he was going. Hilarious.
“Keep up!” Kamenashi said, and Ryo’d like to see him get around in high-heeled boots that are half a size too small for Ryo’s feet, in a situation he was woefully unprepared for. Ah, Ryo, if you only knew.
“You’ve brought home an exceptionally ugly woman,” it said, and Ryo squeaked and stepped backwards, away from it. Ueda, the steampunk fairy. Teehee.
“Are those… automatons?” Ryo asked, and Junno tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Sort of,” he said. “This is Koki,” and he gestured to the black machine, which had big eyes and expressively waving many-jointed tail. “And this is Nakamaru.” The Nakamaru-machine had a large nose, and seemed much calmer.
“Not like Ueda,” Junno said. “They play nice with strangers.”
Sooooo excited.