[ The general chaos of arrival is generally settling...and Tatara realizes he has no idea who his neighbor is.
So, pick your favorite time of day. That's when Tatara gives a loud knock on 2-1's door, because some self introductions are in order. Hello!! Hello!! ]
[ Jing Yuan takes a cookie and Tatara bursts out laughing. At least wait until they're sitting down—?! Actually, no, he would probably do the same thing. ]
Something like that!
[ He takes a few steps forward, trying to weasel his way into Jing Yuan's room. Let him in!! ]
I realized I didn't know who was living next to me. So I thought I'd say hi!
[ When a delicious dessert is offered, no reason to wait, right? As he's munching on it, he sees Tatara try to muscle his way in.
Wow, someone's really enthusiastic, huh? He looks very amused himself, and purposely nudges him playfully with a shoulder before letting him in by stepping back. ]
Well, it's a pleasure meeting you properly, and I'd never say no to anyone doing as you did.
Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself unless you already know my name?
[ He sort of doubts it. Kind of. Who knows with how things work in this world? ]
[ Hehe! If Tatara was unsure or scared at first, that's all gone now. If this guy is nudging him like that, then they'll probably get on fine.
When let inside, he shuffles in, taking a brief sweeping stock of the area, then plucks a cookie from the plate for himself. ]
I don't yet. That's why I came to say hi.
[ He puts the plate of cookies down on the nearest flat surface (that isn't the floor), and then he sits on the second nearest flat surface (that isn't the floor). As he's munching— ]
[ That pulls a little chuckle out of Tatara. Moving at his own pace, huh? "Western wizards move at their own pace" is a sentence straight from one of the sage's handbook. Would he be right if that's what his guess was?
He props his chin on the back of the chair. ]
So long as you're practicing your magic somehow, I don't see why not.
[ He's got like...an air around him, you know? Tatara can probably leave him to his devices. ]
[ Jing Yuan laughs good-naturedly at that because, well...he initially meant it as a joke, but he supposes he also coincidentally does have a lot of free time on his hands.
(And people wouldn't know it, nor would they assume it just by looking at him, but Jing Yuan is used to taking on more work.
At times even when he shouldn't.) ]
Hahaha, well, I wouldn't object to working on a special project of some sort assigned by you.
After all, you've been hard at work yourself, haven't you? [ He assumes. Welcoming them here, etc., etc. ] It would be good for me to take some of that burden off of your shoulders.
[ And Tatara laughs again, leaning deeper onto the chair. ]
Aww, don't worry about my work. It's not that important. [ It is. ]
How about you, hmm... [ He pauses to think, before holding a finger up in the air. ] Learn how to make a cake with magic?! Then we'll all have something to celebrate the fruits of your hard work with!
[ Not particularly concerned if Jing Yuan even knows how to bake in the first place... ]
That is quite hard to believe, my new companion. That it isn't important, of course. Don't we all have pivotal roles and parts to play in this, you included?
[ Jing Yuan points out with a little smile.
As for baking, he looks thoughtful, and then also simultaneously amused. He does have some decent cooking skill, so baking actually won't be too much trouble.
Transformation magic can truly be useful in the cooking arena...but at this time he hasn't yet learned how to apply it to foodstuffs, so it could be a good starting point. ]
Why, that's a good idea. It would certainly assist in refining my magic capability and of course allow us both to partake. Though, you should tell me if you have certain preferences...are you a fan of diverse chocolates? Or are you the type to be inclined to something more vanilla?
[ The way he looks at Jing Yuan doesn't look like much, on the surface. He's just smiling at him. But the glint in his eye says don't worry about my work, and he won't take no for an answer.
He is glad that Jing Yuan takes the suggestion seriously, though. ]
Hmm... I like chocolates. [ He isn't picky either way, but the most important thing is— ] Do you know what red velvet is?
[ Jing Yuan merely raises an eyebrow at that in mild questioning. He assumed he would truly not get anything other than a secondary little brush off so this kind of odd reaction is...notable.
Enough for him to pause because it also surprised him, so if Tatara wanted him to meekly roll over, that is impossible, therefore if it does cause trouble or tension between them, so be it. Because he will circle back to it properly; whether it is now or later. Though, for the moment, he does also more or less focus on the inquiry foremost. ]
A flavor of chocolate, I assume? I'm not all that familiar, but I'm certain I can figure it out if you can tell me the details, and go from there.
Ah...what a pity. I wish there were a way you could be taught or granted something so you could at least protect yourself.
[ Truly. He considers looking into it anyway, because it is always good to see if there are other methods, but for now? ]
But, that is fine. You can draw the picture and I will save it on my phone.
[ That way when he's trying to make the entire thing it doesn't like get...damaged, because there will probably be magic failures when he's working in his transformation magic for food for once.
Yes, even the General will have hurdles to overcome in magic practice. ]
[ If Jing Yuan gave him a protective charm, he would absolutely wear it all the time. There's a very brief moment where Tatara looks at Jing Yuan with a blank little look on his face. It's unreadable, but it isn't negative either.
Though if he was going to say anything else, it quickly vanishes. Instead, he practically knocks over the chair with the way he stands from it. ]
You have a phone?!
[ He doesn't look like he'd have a phone?! —No offense, fantasy-looking character... ]
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early week 2 probably?
So, pick your favorite time of day. That's when Tatara gives a loud knock on 2-1's door, because some self introductions are in order. Hello!! Hello!! ]
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Even if it's, like, midday, he's yawning as soon as he sees Tatara's face. Interrupting his afternoon grandpa naps, how rude.
Nah, just kidding; the yawning still happens, though. ]
...Hm? What is it?
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[ Tatara smiles, in all of shock and surprise and delight. There's his neighbor. ]
Sorry, did I wake you? I brought cookies!
[ He holds up a plate of cookies! ]
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Haha, don't worry too much about it.
What's the occasion? An introductory present?
[ He's not complaining and even takes one, immediately taking a bite out of it. ]
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Something like that!
[ He takes a few steps forward, trying to weasel his way into Jing Yuan's room. Let him in!! ]
I realized I didn't know who was living next to me. So I thought I'd say hi!
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Wow, someone's really enthusiastic, huh? He looks very amused himself, and purposely nudges him playfully with a shoulder before letting him in by stepping back. ]
Well, it's a pleasure meeting you properly, and I'd never say no to anyone doing as you did.
Ah, I suppose I should introduce myself unless you already know my name?
[ He sort of doubts it. Kind of. Who knows with how things work in this world? ]
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When let inside, he shuffles in, taking a brief sweeping stock of the area, then plucks a cookie from the plate for himself. ]
I don't yet. That's why I came to say hi.
[ He puts the plate of cookies down on the nearest flat surface (that isn't the floor), and then he sits on the second nearest flat surface (that isn't the floor). As he's munching— ]
What's your name?
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Anyway, he goes to sit down on the bed, and watches Tatara munch.]
Jing Yuan.
It's a pleasure speaking with you properly.
[ He means it. There's probably a table in the room somewhere; definitely at least a desk. ]
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Same here! It's nice to finally meet you, Jing Yuan.
[ Chinese...? No, he doesn't really look it...?
Anyway, the cookies go onto the desk and Tatara sits backwards on the chair. He smiles pleasantly. ]
How have you been settling in so far?
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As for manners...eh. There is something liberating about no one knowing his status and treating him like a regular person; thank the Aeons for that. ]
I've been settling in decently well.
You know, moving at my own pace. Hurrying forward wouldn't be wise now, would it?
[ He returns the pleasant smile with one of his own. ]
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He props his chin on the back of the chair. ]
So long as you're practicing your magic somehow, I don't see why not.
[ He's got like...an air around him, you know? Tatara can probably leave him to his devices. ]
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...Oh? What if I wasn't? Would you be worried?
[ Yeah, Jing Yuan is a very independent fellow. Easy going at a glance, but not the type to certainly slack off. ]
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[ He chuckles, though. Man, no matter what he says, it's not gonna work with this guy, is it? That's super funny to him, in his mind. ]
But it's fine. You can just show me what you've done when you get there, right?
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Assuming that I would be feeling that cooperative.
[ The mirth that flickers across golden eyes more or less indicates that Jing Yuan is not serious in being that level of uncooperative...
...if it can be discerned, anyway. But, his next words serve as proof as well. ]
Jokes aside...I suppose you're assigning me a personal task in a sense, then, aren't you?
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[ Are we sure this is an otherworldly wizard? Because he reminds Tatara of some of the old ones.
He chuckles, not exactly expecting the proposal. ]
Not really. But do you want a special project? I guess I could come up with something for you if that'll help.
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(And people wouldn't know it, nor would they assume it just by looking at him, but Jing Yuan is used to taking on more work.
At times even when he shouldn't.) ]
Hahaha, well, I wouldn't object to working on a special project of some sort assigned by you.
After all, you've been hard at work yourself, haven't you? [ He assumes. Welcoming them here, etc., etc. ] It would be good for me to take some of that burden off of your shoulders.
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Aww, don't worry about my work. It's not that important. [ It is. ]
How about you, hmm... [ He pauses to think, before holding a finger up in the air. ] Learn how to make a cake with magic?! Then we'll all have something to celebrate the fruits of your hard work with!
[ Not particularly concerned if Jing Yuan even knows how to bake in the first place... ]
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[ Jing Yuan points out with a little smile.
As for baking, he looks thoughtful, and then also simultaneously amused. He does have some decent cooking skill, so baking actually won't be too much trouble.
Transformation magic can truly be useful in the cooking arena...but at this time he hasn't yet learned how to apply it to foodstuffs, so it could be a good starting point. ]
Why, that's a good idea. It would certainly assist in refining my magic capability and of course allow us both to partake. Though, you should tell me if you have certain preferences...are you a fan of diverse chocolates? Or are you the type to be inclined to something more vanilla?
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He is glad that Jing Yuan takes the suggestion seriously, though. ]
Hmm... I like chocolates. [ He isn't picky either way, but the most important thing is— ] Do you know what red velvet is?
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[ Jing Yuan merely raises an eyebrow at that in mild questioning. He assumed he would truly not get anything other than a secondary little brush off so this kind of odd reaction is...notable.
Enough for him to pause because it also surprised him, so if Tatara wanted him to meekly roll over, that is impossible, therefore if it does cause trouble or tension between them, so be it. Because he will circle back to it properly; whether it is now or later. Though, for the moment, he does also more or less focus on the inquiry foremost. ]
A flavor of chocolate, I assume? I'm not all that familiar, but I'm certain I can figure it out if you can tell me the details, and go from there.
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[ He starts drawing circles in the air with his finger as he thinks. He's totally and blissfully unaware of what's going on in Jing Yuan's head. ]
But it's supposed to be creamier, I think. And it's colored red. Does that ring any bells?
[ He's never had any for himself, but he's heard of it. Popular overseas, or something... ]
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[ This is so funny that he shakes his head with a little smile to himself.
But, that can also be interpreted as him saying no as well, because uh. Hrm. ]
Creamier...and colored red.
[ He continues to just smile in a way that suggests he has no literal idea what it looks like/nor has heard of it either. ]
As a Sage who summoned us, you can perform magic yourself, correct? Why not conjure up a simple image of what it looks like?
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I hate to break it to you, but...I can't use magic.
[ Not really. Not in the same way his wizards can. If there's a way for him to use magic, he doesn't know about it. ]
But I could probably draw you a picture?
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[ Truly. He considers looking into it anyway, because it is always good to see if there are other methods, but for now? ]
But, that is fine. You can draw the picture and I will save it on my phone.
[ That way when he's trying to make the entire thing it doesn't like get...damaged, because there will probably be magic failures when he's working in his transformation magic for food for once.
Yes, even the General will have hurdles to overcome in magic practice. ]
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Though if he was going to say anything else, it quickly vanishes. Instead, he practically knocks over the chair with the way he stands from it. ]
You have a phone?!
[ He doesn't look like he'd have a phone?! —No offense, fantasy-looking character... ]
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