Ah, another guest who appeared to be having less fun than Nokoru felt he should. A host's work was never done!
Liberating a cup of tangy fruit punch from the nearest table, he made his way to the door to greet the new arrival. "Thank you so much for coming! My name is Nokoru Imonoyama, and you are very welcome here. May I offer you a drink, Mr...?"
So this was the boy in charge. (Emphasis on 'boy' of course.) While he'd heard that the owner of the house was ridiculously young, he didn't fully expect it. Realizing that he'd been staring for a few seconds too long, Felix held out a hand. "Gaeta. And, yes, thank you. That would be nice." He looked around the party one more time. "So...this is all yours, huh?"
Nokoru took the young man's hand in a polite clasp. The staring didn't bother him; he was used to it, at least in places where his reputation didn't precede him. "Mr. Gaeta, it's my pleasure." Then he handed over the cup. "And yes, this is my new home! For tonight, I hope you'll consider it yours as well."
"Thank you." Gaeta smiled pleasantly, even if there was something far more confused behind it. He didn't get on with children particularly well, but Nokoru seemed smart. Smart enough that Gaeta figured he ought to be able to speak with him maturely. "Can I ask why you're -- I mean -- how you can organize all this? Are you parents around?"
Ah, the inevitable question. Nokoru smiled. "I'm afraid not. The Shachou and the Rigichou remained in Japan; they sent me here as their representative. But my family has always been very fond of hosting celebrations, so I've had a lot of practice!"
A white paper fan with trailing red tassels had appeared in his hand as if by magic, with Japanese kanji scrawled across it in black ink: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined.
Though he was still smiling, still pleasant, the expression turned to amused wariness. Heaven forbid if he actually laughed.
"Well in that case, I guess my next question would be -- why here in the first place?" He gestured around them, not at the house exactly, but at the general area outside it. "Are you sure they gave you the right directions?"
There were plenty of answers Nokoru could have given. 社長's rationale for wanting to expand into Canada, the untapped potential of the market. They had discussed it all in detail before he'd left, though of course Nokoru had already worked most of it out for himself. He could try to explain his own instinct that had sent him here instead of one of the larger cities.
But he just smiled, sliding his fan shut and touching it to his lips with a secretive air. The question told him more about Gaeta than he thought the man intended to give away, and the boy was curious as to where it would lead. "Why not here?"
Gaeta blinked. What a silly question, but a sensible one nonetheless. Aternaville may have been (from what he'd heard) the middle of nowhere, but the town itself had such a share of secrets and scientific impossibilities, why wouldn't a rich company want to take advantage of that?
He smiled again and settled his hands more comfortably in his pockets. "Yeah. I...guess that makes complete sense."
Silly yet sensible. That described Nokoru to a tee.
Okay, no, it didn't - he was never sensible if he could possibly avoid it. But reasonable, maybe. He always had perfectly sound (if unusual) reasoning for the things he did, even if it wasn't always apparent on the surface of things.
Gaeta hadn't fully guessed the reasoning that had led to his being here, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that the man seemed to relax a bit. Nokoru was pleased to see it. There was a quality about Gaeta that put him in mind of Suoh, a sort of determined seriousness that Nokoru already wanted to tease out of him.
"Naturally!" he replied brightly, the fan slapping into his open palm in emphasis. "Everything I do makes sense. So tell me, Mr. Gaeta, why are you here in the first place?"
The curious grin continued playing at the corner of his mouth, threatening a sort of closed-mouth laugh. "In Aternaville? I couldn't tell you the why. Or the how, for that matter, as I seem to be one of the many accidental residents." Another glimmer of a laugh. "But if you're asking why I'm at the party, then that's a definitely simpler answer." Bending slightly at the waist, Gaeta brought himself a bit closer to the boy. "I was bored."
"I can't think of a single better reason to go to a party," Nokoru declared. "After all, what's a party for? Entertainment." He glanced around the room. "I'm afraid there isn't much in the way of activities - this time - I was thinking of maybe a state fair sort of theme for the next one? Some rides, games - and a petting zoo, of course. But I thought it might be a good idea to start small."
He turned a winning smile back on Gaeta. "Anyway, I can confidently offer food, music, and plenty of good company. But tell me, you said you're an 'accidental' resident; how does that work exactly?"
"Well, for starters, a couple months ago I was living on a warship in deep space." Gaeta raised an eyebrow to accompany the dry tone. "And then I woke up in a storage closet of some coffee shop." He shrugged again, still grinning vaguely, but the look was remarkably distant. Gaeta wasn't really here. His mind was too focused on being somewhere else.
Suddenly, he noticed Nokoru again, blinking as if the boy had vanished until a second ago. "Uh yeah. Food and music sound great. Lead the way?"
"That would definitely constitute a culture shock," Nokoru agreed, as his eyes lit up. A warship in deep space! And something transporting a person unaware from said warship to a storage closet in Canada, which was at least as fascinating an idea. "You have no idea how you arrived?"
But even as he asked the questions, he could see that the man wasn't really listening anymore. There was something off about him, something that seemed to be in pain, and even though he wasn't a woman, Nokoru wanted the means to help. Maybe it was because the man's serious mien and tiny smiles reminded him so of Suoh.
"Of course," he agreed, smiling and gesturing the man further into the room. "Food and music! It's no warship, but please make yourself at home."
What Gaeta wasn't, was a party-goer ( ... )
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Liberating a cup of tangy fruit punch from the nearest table, he made his way to the door to greet the new arrival. "Thank you so much for coming! My name is Nokoru Imonoyama, and you are very welcome here. May I offer you a drink, Mr...?"
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So this was the boy in charge. (Emphasis on 'boy' of course.) While he'd heard that the owner of the house was ridiculously young, he didn't fully expect it. Realizing that he'd been staring for a few seconds too long, Felix held out a hand. "Gaeta. And, yes, thank you. That would be nice." He looked around the party one more time. "So...this is all yours, huh?"
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A white paper fan with trailing red tassels had appeared in his hand as if by magic, with Japanese kanji scrawled across it in black ink: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined.
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"Well in that case, I guess my next question would be -- why here in the first place?" He gestured around them, not at the house exactly, but at the general area outside it. "Are you sure they gave you the right directions?"
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But he just smiled, sliding his fan shut and touching it to his lips with a secretive air. The question told him more about Gaeta than he thought the man intended to give away, and the boy was curious as to where it would lead. "Why not here?"
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He smiled again and settled his hands more comfortably in his pockets. "Yeah. I...guess that makes complete sense."
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Okay, no, it didn't - he was never sensible if he could possibly avoid it. But reasonable, maybe. He always had perfectly sound (if unusual) reasoning for the things he did, even if it wasn't always apparent on the surface of things.
Gaeta hadn't fully guessed the reasoning that had led to his being here, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that the man seemed to relax a bit. Nokoru was pleased to see it. There was a quality about Gaeta that put him in mind of Suoh, a sort of determined seriousness that Nokoru already wanted to tease out of him.
"Naturally!" he replied brightly, the fan slapping into his open palm in emphasis. "Everything I do makes sense. So tell me, Mr. Gaeta, why are you here in the first place?"
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He turned a winning smile back on Gaeta. "Anyway, I can confidently offer food, music, and plenty of good company. But tell me, you said you're an 'accidental' resident; how does that work exactly?"
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Suddenly, he noticed Nokoru again, blinking as if the boy had vanished until a second ago. "Uh yeah. Food and music sound great. Lead the way?"
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But even as he asked the questions, he could see that the man wasn't really listening anymore. There was something off about him, something that seemed to be in pain, and even though he wasn't a woman, Nokoru wanted the means to help. Maybe it was because the man's serious mien and tiny smiles reminded him so of Suoh.
"Of course," he agreed, smiling and gesturing the man further into the room. "Food and music! It's no warship, but please make yourself at home."
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