二 ; èr

[getsomesleep]

The realm is vast and full of wonders. At every turn, a new delight awaits for the eager eye, and much that is tantalizing in its unfamiliarity. Perhaps with so little to see within, the mind is best pleased to seek without; perhaps by walking its length and breadth, a foreign place might become a home.

To impose would be unforgivable, yet I would be glad for the presence of another with me on the road: for the sake of guidance and safety, as well as for the pleasure of company. Stellaris: if one should be find to serve as guide, your presence alongside us would be very welcome.

The list of positions remains a puzzle; all seem equally fascinating. I must not have gotten very much done, in another life.



On another matter: Might I gain the attention of the one known as Dash?


-- 火

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QL - sorry for fail tag D:

[inthecenterfold.livejournal.com]

[This wasn't Smoke's department at all - nothing familiar, no need to engage in discussion about it, he was just along for the ride. So, he just kept quiet, trying to be respectful while also not sounding stupid for trying to interrupt them.

He'd just wait until Huo wanted to head back and say bye to Amurui then.]

Poor Smoke, surrounded by hippies XD

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[There was no need for words; the beauty of the scene spoke for itself. Huo knew that his decision was made. He belonged here.

There was one more thing to be done. Still kneeling in the wheat, he rummaged through the cloth bag he carried at his side and produced the first things he had bought in the Sphere - a brush and pot of ink. He almost reached for paper, as well, but then changed his mind. Paper was fragile and impersonal. Instead, he reached up and unwound the band fastening his topknot. Loose, his hair reached well past mid-back, black as night, and he shook it out of the way before putting the brush to the cloth. Slowly and neatly, he drew the character of his name.]

Something to remember me by, [he murmured.]

XDD the silent and deadly hippies

[hanakioku.livejournal.com]

[Amurui watched as Huo started to dig out things from his bag. A brush and ink. Was he going to write in his journal?

When the man reached up and loosened the hair-band, the teen was rather surprised to see that he had more hair than it first had appeared like. Pretty, too. It distracted him for a moment and he kind of wanted to pet it to see if it was soft like fur.

Then Huo wrote some kind of symbol on the cloth and spoke again. Blinking, the boy was roused from his thoughts reached out to take it.]

Means?

ah well XD He did his job, so I'm happy <3

[inthecenterfold.livejournal.com]

[Smoke too was in shock by just how much hair was hidden in a tiny hairstyle atop Huo's head.

Instinctively, Smoke opened his mouth to explain, but he shut it - this was a new bond between coworkers being formed, and part of the reason Smoke had tagged along was to watch how Huo interacted with Amurui. Because not everyone got on well with Amurui's communication style - that much had been made clear by Aniki, and a few others in the past.

So Smoke just took a last drag on his cigarette, then dropped it to the ground and crushed it under his foot. When he was convinced the flames were out, he picked up the remains and shoved it back inside his cigarette box. Had it not been for the two people in his presence so intently admiring the scenery, he probably wouldn't have bothered, but this was Amurui's work-space... so Smoke made the extra effort.]

[getsome-sleep.livejournal.com]

[Satisfied that the ink had soaked in well and now dried, Huo allowed the cloth to slip from his hand and into Amurui. He brushed his fingers against the written character, repeating the strokes that had formed it.]

My name. Huo. Fire.

[He didn't normally explain the meaning, and was conscious of Smoke's presence as he spoke. But with Amurui, it felt as though he had to be frank and fair. With Smoke too, who was the one who brought him here. Once again he was struck by how odd a pair Smoke and Amurui made - but really, therein lay the beauty of it.]

[hanakioku.livejournal.com]

Fire. Nice.

[He held the cloth in his hand, repeating the strokes that Huo had done. He might be silent, but he was not stupid.

Giving a slight smile, he nodded and carefully put the cloth in one of the pouches in the belt so he wouldn't lose it. When he came home, he would let it slip in between the pages of his journal, like all his other 'reminders'.]

Huo.