[ The repaired pan gets a side-eye inspection, as if he's making sure it's in good shape again, before he finally relents. You live this time, old man. ]
The outstretched hand to eyeballed for a second, before he finally shrugs his arms loose from where they're crossed across his chest to grab it. His hands are calloused, and his skin is on the colder side. ]
...Solomon-san, then.
[ Why does that sound familiar somehow...anyway. This guy is a little much, but if he's using honorifics, he might as well, too. He does know how to respect his elders sometimes. ]
Sure. Whatever you say.
[ It'd have been more of a pleasure with less fire? ]
[Hands already worn at such a young age, a scar of its own from the world of work and toil. With how roughly this one steps in, he wonders if Shinjiro isn't more used to a life that needs to be fought for.
Solomon's grip stays firm in return - self-assured, but fleeting, a contact that stays just long enough.]
Please, just Solomon is fine. I've never been one for titles.
[A little overly familiar, perhaps, but honorifics always make him feel far too old.]
[ Perhaps he wouldn't be wrong. After all, most teenagers his age don't have the weight on his shoulders that he does, haven't wrapped their hands around the handle of an axe with ease.
Fleeting indeed, for Shinjiro pulls his hand back after a few moments, them slipping into the pockets of his coat to accentuate the hunch of his posture. ]
Solomon. Works for me.
[ You won't catch him arguing. He's got some respect in him yet, but this suits him just fine as well. ]
...You seem like you're getting on well around here, all things considered.
[ Not in terms of the cooking, god forbid, but the whole...wizard world thing. ]
[ Huh...they really do come from all walks of life around here, apparently. Not too sure how he feels about that.
Well, at least the old man cleans up properly. ]
No. [ Not...really, anyway, but the Dark Hour isn't really a conversation piece. ] Magic sure ain't a normal everyday thing, and neither are wizards or giant killer moons. That's something you read about in kid's books.
Ahah.... The moon really is a bit of a mystery here, isn't it? I don't know what to think of that part. [majora's mask up in here man, smh]
Perhaps the magical is closer than you think, but hidden from your eyes. There's a good reason things get dropped into the realm of storybooks and legends, you know. Not everyone is prepared, nor are they equipped, for its existence.
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[ Well, at least this guy is...probably aware of it, unlike some he's met so far. ]
What. You too?
[ Kinda doubtful because he doesn't really seem like it, but who knows. ]
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[He sets the repaired pan to the side.]
Aragaki-kun, then? Or can I call you by your given name?
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[ The repaired pan gets a side-eye inspection, as if he's making sure it's in good shape again, before he finally relents. You live this time, old man. ]
And Aragaki's fine.
[ So that's a 'no' on the given name... ]
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[He'll hold out a hand.]
You can call me Solomon.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
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The outstretched hand to eyeballed for a second, before he finally shrugs his arms loose from where they're crossed across his chest to grab it. His hands are calloused, and his skin is on the colder side. ]
...Solomon-san, then.
[ Why does that sound familiar somehow...anyway. This guy is a little much, but if he's using honorifics, he might as well, too. He does know how to respect his elders sometimes. ]
Sure. Whatever you say.
[ It'd have been more of a pleasure with less fire? ]
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Solomon's grip stays firm in return - self-assured, but fleeting, a contact that stays just long enough.]
Please, just Solomon is fine. I've never been one for titles.
[A little overly familiar, perhaps, but honorifics always make him feel far too old.]
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Fleeting indeed, for Shinjiro pulls his hand back after a few moments, them slipping into the pockets of his coat to accentuate the hunch of his posture. ]
Solomon. Works for me.
[ You won't catch him arguing. He's got some respect in him yet, but this suits him just fine as well. ]
...You seem like you're getting on well around here, all things considered.
[ Not in terms of the cooking, god forbid, but the whole...wizard world thing. ]
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[Pardon him as he digs for some sort of rag or towel he can wash the stove off with properly.]
I'm guessing it's not the same for you.
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Well, at least the old man cleans up properly. ]
No. [ Not...really, anyway, but the Dark Hour isn't really a conversation piece. ] Magic sure ain't a normal everyday thing, and neither are wizards or giant killer moons. That's something you read about in kid's books.
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Perhaps the magical is closer than you think, but hidden from your eyes. There's a good reason things get dropped into the realm of storybooks and legends, you know. Not everyone is prepared, nor are they equipped, for its existence.