wizardmanor | floor 2, room 2

[ Over the span of a week and multiple trips to the city, Kurapika bought a lot of books. Like, a lot.

He didn't forget about his offer, as menial as it was, and so he read the book he grabbed while out with Tatara first. It's why sometime during his second week here, he's knocking on Tatara's door, book nestled underneath his arm. ]

[ If anything - if anything Ginger knows Tatara will take to recovering like a fish to water. He’s probably bundled up, perhaps asleep. He’s getting the rest he needs, surely.

That’s good.

That’s why Ginger shows up at his door, knocking and knocking until the other man rouses. In his own room, Tatara will be forced to BE SAFE and NOT DIE, thank you. ]

[He's already been over to see Akira, so next on Solomon's list is waltzing on over to the second floor to pick the Sage's brain.

Knock knock.]

[Wow Tatara hope you're having a good night's sleep!

Anyway.

Hope he enjoys having something knocking at his window at 1am.]

[ Well, Tatara decided to take the time out of his day to visit Jing Yuan, hadn't he?

Whatever the case, a lot has occurred since then. To the point where it'd be most certainly prudent to make a visit. Not only that, but he has something for him...regardless of how that initial (which we can probably wrap in a comment or two to save your inbox) and secondary conversation has gone!

So, Tatara can expect to hear the sound of a knock at his door. Today he is dressed in something far more casual, and is holding a box of something one-handed. ]

It's a special guest, with a special delivery. [ A slight, perhaps, teasing tone? Even if a yawn follows. ] Open up for me?

[ big and small calamities aside! it is date time, finally. without the quotes they somehow left those in the bath with the remains of their bubble creations. khun's dressed perhaps appropriately for a date that includes a nap; a red ombre top (fitted not to be oversized) and grey skinny jeans with red sneakers, hair up in a sideways part that sweeps his bangs to the side to show off his earrings.

on one shoulder is a sack of goods, which definitely include snacks and probably includes a soft blanket because he's not expecting to lay on grass. one hand is entwined in tatara's save for a single finger, which he keeps moving to lightly tickle against the other's palm now and again. holding hands is par for the course between a sage and his wizards but khun wants them to feel different (maybe he's trying to figure out if tatara is ticklish too.). ]

Are we far enough yet? I don't want us to be interrupted.

Edited 2024-05-05 05:50 (UTC)

[ Yamato is here to visit at a reasonable hour. He's actually here with a genuine question and he hopes that their Sage is in his room.

Knock knock! ]

[What is that tapping at the window? A little bird? One of the manor cats? No, it's the local abominable snowman, perched on the windowsill and waiting to be let in.]

[ the world lately has been full of echoes and for the most part, khun hasn't spent much time dwelling on them. he's seen them in the corner of his eye, but he's kept looking forward rather than back. that's all he could do, isn't it? here and back in the Tower. or is it a habit he's only picked up recently, because of what happened?

maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge that, but fate isn't so kind. there's little that can genuinely surprise him, someone who reflexively considers worse case scenarios as easy as he breathes. but the thing about dazzling, sparkling, brilliant things is that they tend to grab your attention. they make you blind.

he should have seen what happened with baam coming. and even though it's not really the same at all (his heart doesn't care if it's illogical, thundering against his ribcage just the same) he should have seen what happened with tatara in the past coming too. some part of him should have, but he's spent a lot of time recently looking at the other part of him that's brand new.

so when he sees the recording on the camcorder it flows through him like ripples, seeps through his ribs. it makes sense he comes to reason in the minute or so after. but that doesn't mean he has to like it.

he doesn't come visit immediately after, what with Cid as company or some semblance of it, and he doesn't come as soon as he's alone either. he lets himself refocus into the part of himself he's more familiar with as an anchor.

instead he comes over sometime the day after, in a space between the training and reading he's kept himself busy with since dawn. ]

Tatara~. [ light, sing-song. he enters like he usually does, with a small smile, nothing betraying his actual thoughts aside from his eyes which are deep blue and flat. ]

[ NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS WE ESCAPE FLATVIEWERS

...and tugs Khun inside.

Immediately, without a thought, he whirls around and throws his arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, wanting kiss. He wonders if Khun can feel the way his heart beats, pressed together like this; partially because he knows he stands at the threshold of the unknown and finds excitement at the prospect of jumping into it, partially because he really does like him that much.

A hand flails, shoving the door shut behind them. ]

[ hewwo tats, guess who's looking in from

the window. of course it's the window, do you think he's going to use the door when you're an entire floor down? of course not. much simpler to leave via window from his room on the third and float his way down. ]

[ Hey, hey Tatara, Mr. Tatara Sage, please answer your door, Bruno is knocking rapidly. ]

Tatara? Tatara, we need to talk! Please be in... I don't want to have to go looking...

[ after their experience at the oasis and the blustery cold of the north, khun's jumping to go to a more temperate climate. he's not super big on camping, but his boyfriend asking is reason enough to go, plus he missed out on most of the beach camping experience with his killer sunburn. that might be why he's wearing a stylish tracksuit which mostly covers his skin, though the material is light. yes he's showing some midriff, the tanktop he has underneath a bright purple.

he's brought sunscreen this time, along with everything they'll need and more, just like he did for their first date. and now that the tent's set up, including a floor rug inside for extra comfort, he can relax a little, plopping down outside on the grass with a sigh. ]

Ha—it's been forever since I've went camping... [ even if this is somewhat a degree of glamping because their tent is fancy, and they have plenty of creature comforts like snacks. ]

[For once, Ithaqua has knocked on a door... but disappears immediately, leaving behind a hint of his magical signature and a small paper bag with half a dozen buns of freshly baked sourdough, each one slightly smaller than a fist, perfectly bite-sized. There's also fruit jam inside, nice and sweet, and with not a lot of that overly processed sugar Ithaqua dislikes either. How did he get it in there? Magic, of course. What flavors are there? Strawberry, blueberry, peach, lemon marmalade, and orange marmalade.

Ithaqua thinks you don't deserve this, Sage, but w/e.]

Edited 2024-05-23 13:31 (UTC)

[ After Day spent like two days recovering from the wild ride that is too much memshare, he's gone to knock on Tatara's door. Hi neighbour. ]

[ mostly khun's relentless nature comes out in cold ways, but sometimes things are entirely different and ridiculous. while he plans for all their dates, this one is special: it's finally time to make amends for that night at the bar; he won't be defeated by anything, including the gregorian calendar.

of course khun tells tatara none of this, and on face this is just a normal date for them: a trip to western country to take in it's luxury and opulence in it's natural form: shopping and meandering about streets decked with various boutiques. it's a nice late spring day, early summer day, and khun's dress is reflective in the colors, sunglasses included. ]

There's a shop I want to check out first, then we go wherever you want. [ the smile he gives tatara is exceptionally bright today, as he starts to lead them down a cobblestone street, hands clasped. ]

We have a lot of time before we need to check into the hotel.

[ ...he learned his lesson from the fruit safari. ]

[ today aguero has something special in mind, which is saying something considering their recent chocolate ballad. but this is something he's been planning for a while in multiple ways, less impromptu than throwing together a romantic surprise.

rather than head to the elevator, aguero brings them to the roof. the sun shines overhead and his hair is down, framing his face even though it falls past his shoulders now. the fit of the day is chic and blue, for Reasons. ]

I want you all to myself today, so we're going somewhere special. [ the roof is usually as hopping as happy hour in florida, so clearly there's something else he's not saying yet. ]

[ beachtime! with the important knowledge of sunscreen and the distinct lack of responsibilities on both their parts. while they've spent time on the rebuilding after the attack, there's days in between that and the ritual. it's the perfect time to settle any lingering affairs and of course, be selfish and indulgent. there's a cabana, drinks and snacks, and most importantly aguero in purple swim trunks.

his hair for this weather is tied in a high ponytail, the tail brushing against his neck. yesterday he had decided that he was going to keep most of the length and just get the ends trim and shapped, at least for now. he doesn't mind the added length like he would have before, and having learnt how much tatara likes to pull on it was only more motivation. ]

I finally have you all to myself. [ well they've had their mornings and their evenings and other times in between, but it feels different now that they'll have several days where they can be off grid without a care in the world. ]

A private vacation? No, there's got to be a better way of saying it...

week 2, breaks this post in

after!! corpse party!!!

4/20 after the castle meetup

Evening of the khun/mika incident

afternoon post-khun/mika incident