[Elfangor would beg to differ, this is much more complicated than a bathrobe. But he takes advantage of Matt's proximity and diverted attention to check, not entirely discreetly, for signs of injury.]
Are you certain you are all right? Why--
[He doesn't quite get out the rest of his question about why someone had started a fight in the first place, as that is when Juudai makes his presence known. How long has he been there? Elfangor is not certain whether it's the embarrassment for being caught in his ineptitude with this particular style of clothing that has an unfortunate heat crawling up his neck and face, or a decidedly different sort of embarrassment as the cause. Specifically, in regard to what reason for which Juudai could potentially suspect them of having been in the rice truck. But actually addressing that, even to diffuse inaccurate speculation, is not something that he wishes to do at the moment, as he is certain that he will likely blather something even more unfortunate.
So he shifts his attention to Juudai's lack of shoes. Shoes are important. Human feet require those for protection. That is why he keeps sneakers...
In his satchel.
Which is decidedly not here.
Oh, fuck.
Elfangor fights down the panic, trying to convince himself that everything will go back to what passes for normal soon, of course, of course, and the damned thing will still be sitting in his room, just as he left it. Not lost, for some poor fool to stumble across. Shit shit shit.]
I do not know how we came to be here, or for what reason.
[Succinct, yes, but it is mostly to keep himself under control and to refrain from completely losing it. Still, his frantic thoughts might be given away in the tension of his voice, or way his eyes keep darting back over to the back of the cart, willing his satchel to suddenly appear there. Which it stubbornly refuses to do.]
[Matt recognizes Juudai as the guy he pestered about cards and dimensional travel.]
Hey. I was just, um. Helping. I dunno what's going on, man. I went to sleep in my bed, and woke up a couple streets over from here.
[He blushes, of course, though he hopes it's obvious they have enough sense to know this isn't the time or the place for a quickie.]
I'm fine, really. Someone just decided he didn't like the looks of me. Probably 'cause of all this. [He gestures to his striped shirt and jeans. He picked up the bundle of cloth he woke up next to, but hasn't had a chance to change yet. He's so obviously not from here that he's not sure it'd do all that much good if he did.]
Here, let me...
[He turns Elfangor to face him (and, more importantly, the wall), unknots the kimono from around his waist, and drapes it properly over his shoulders.]
Just stick your arms through, and hold it closed so I can tie it. What's wrong? [It's pretty obvious Elfangor's distressed over something more than just the clothes.]
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[ Juudai's either ignoring the fact that Elfangor's half-dressed, or he legitimately doesn't care. Take your pick, guys! ]
I thought we were still in Kannagara at first, even after I saw that message. But this place is a little different, isn't it? It's like we're in real Edo, or something a lot more like it.
[ He notices Elfangor's distress. ] Is something wrong, Elfangor?
[Elfangor does as Matt directs him to do, taking some relief in how the fabric is beginning to resemble actual clothing.
But even so, his mind does not wander far from its fixation on the Escafil device. He knows nothing of this 'Edo'--knows very little of Japanese history at all, really, as he'd been more interested in learning about Earth's more modern advances when he'd lived there.
He mutters, voice still tense,] I seem to have misplaced my satchel.
Are you certain you are all right? Why--
[He doesn't quite get out the rest of his question about why someone had started a fight in the first place, as that is when Juudai makes his presence known. How long has he been there? Elfangor is not certain whether it's the embarrassment for being caught in his ineptitude with this particular style of clothing that has an unfortunate heat crawling up his neck and face, or a decidedly different sort of embarrassment as the cause. Specifically, in regard to what reason for which Juudai could potentially suspect them of having been in the rice truck. But actually addressing that, even to diffuse inaccurate speculation, is not something that he wishes to do at the moment, as he is certain that he will likely blather something even more unfortunate.
So he shifts his attention to Juudai's lack of shoes. Shoes are important. Human feet require those for protection. That is why he keeps sneakers...
In his satchel.
Which is decidedly not here.
Oh, fuck.
Elfangor fights down the panic, trying to convince himself that everything will go back to what passes for normal soon, of course, of course, and the damned thing will still be sitting in his room, just as he left it. Not lost, for some poor fool to stumble across. Shit shit shit.]
I do not know how we came to be here, or for what reason.
[Succinct, yes, but it is mostly to keep himself under control and to refrain from completely losing it. Still, his frantic thoughts might be given away in the tension of his voice, or way his eyes keep darting back over to the back of the cart, willing his satchel to suddenly appear there. Which it stubbornly refuses to do.]
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Hey. I was just, um. Helping. I dunno what's going on, man. I went to sleep in my bed, and woke up a couple streets over from here.
[He blushes, of course, though he hopes it's obvious they have enough sense to know this isn't the time or the place for a quickie.]
I'm fine, really. Someone just decided he didn't like the looks of me. Probably 'cause of all this. [He gestures to his striped shirt and jeans. He picked up the bundle of cloth he woke up next to, but hasn't had a chance to change yet. He's so obviously not from here that he's not sure it'd do all that much good if he did.]
Here, let me...
[He turns Elfangor to face him (and, more importantly, the wall), unknots the kimono from around his waist, and drapes it properly over his shoulders.]
Just stick your arms through, and hold it closed so I can tie it. What's wrong? [It's pretty obvious Elfangor's distressed over something more than just the clothes.]
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I thought we were still in Kannagara at first, even after I saw that message. But this place is a little different, isn't it? It's like we're in real Edo, or something a lot more like it.
[ He notices Elfangor's distress. ] Is something wrong, Elfangor?
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But even so, his mind does not wander far from its fixation on the Escafil device. He knows nothing of this 'Edo'--knows very little of Japanese history at all, really, as he'd been more interested in learning about Earth's more modern advances when he'd lived there.
He mutters, voice still tense,] I seem to have misplaced my satchel.
[And, more importantly, the contents therein.]
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...Oh.
[Matt's pretty sure Kannagara, or Edo, 'misplaced' it for him.]
Don't worry. We'll find it. [He finishes up with the obi, and steps back to admire his handiwork.] Not a bad look for you.
Wherever we really are, [he goes on, looking over at Juudai,] the locals don't like us much.
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