[log] So much rain and hail
Who: Hatake Kakashi (ura_no_ura ), Yamamoto Takeshi (rainandsushi )
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato; one of the izakayas
When: Week 16; day 3
Warnings: None for now?
Summary: Rain and hailstorm, need for shelter and two old men speaking like grandfathers at a bar men needing shelter and killing time.
[The collar of his yukata is crumpled and blotched with rain drops. There is a tear on one side of his shoulder that he tries to cover up by using the strap of his sword, hide the bruise that is forming from what had been, his first run in with a nature's icy bullets. Really now, that thing is going to take a while to heal. Yamamoto runs fingers through his hair as he slides the door with a firm and rushed clack behind him, frown and moment of displeasure at the sudden (what the hell!) bad weather quite evident on his face.
And just as quick as it comes, it goes, now faced with lots of people, all sitting and buzzing the place with murmurs and conversation; recognizes some of them as faces he's seen in the markets, most of them not. All probably waiting for the storm to die out. A quick glance at the izakaya's ceiling makes him wonder how long before it gets its first hole. On his quick run for shelter, Yamamoto has seen some buildings get severely damaged.
Sympathy and disregard clashes somewhere at the back of his head. Pushed aside, ignored as he spots the first available chair, while trying to look as proper as possible in sopping wet clothes, nods at the man behind it -- ]
Hiyayakko
[-- and gives him his order (hey, if he's going to wait here, might as well). He doesn't think of getting a drink. Not now. Yamamoto makes his way to the empty chair and wow, he really does look odd, doesn't he? Like he had marched out of a cosplay convention. Or harajuku gone remarkably wrong. Tea, a book, rain drying on his… clothes. Yamamoto eyes him from top to bottom, amusement easing out the rest of the annoyance from the bad weather and the rain drying on his back as he presses his fingers to the chair, pulls it out -- ]
Ah, it's a full house today. May I?
[ -- and sits anyway. Because really, it's that packed.]
Status: Closed
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato; one of the izakayas
When: Week 16; day 3
Warnings: None for now?
Summary: Rain and hailstorm, need for shelter and two old men speaking like grandfathers at a bar men needing shelter and killing time.
[The collar of his yukata is crumpled and blotched with rain drops. There is a tear on one side of his shoulder that he tries to cover up by using the strap of his sword, hide the bruise that is forming from what had been, his first run in with a nature's icy bullets. Really now, that thing is going to take a while to heal. Yamamoto runs fingers through his hair as he slides the door with a firm and rushed clack behind him, frown and moment of displeasure at the sudden (what the hell!) bad weather quite evident on his face.
And just as quick as it comes, it goes, now faced with lots of people, all sitting and buzzing the place with murmurs and conversation; recognizes some of them as faces he's seen in the markets, most of them not. All probably waiting for the storm to die out. A quick glance at the izakaya's ceiling makes him wonder how long before it gets its first hole. On his quick run for shelter, Yamamoto has seen some buildings get severely damaged.
Sympathy and disregard clashes somewhere at the back of his head. Pushed aside, ignored as he spots the first available chair, while trying to look as proper as possible in sopping wet clothes, nods at the man behind it -- ]
Hiyayakko
[-- and gives him his order (hey, if he's going to wait here, might as well). He doesn't think of getting a drink. Not now. Yamamoto makes his way to the empty chair and wow, he really does look odd, doesn't he? Like he had marched out of a cosplay convention. Or harajuku gone remarkably wrong. Tea, a book, rain drying on his… clothes. Yamamoto eyes him from top to bottom, amusement easing out the rest of the annoyance from the bad weather and the rain drying on his back as he presses his fingers to the chair, pulls it out -- ]
Ah, it's a full house today. May I?
[ -- and sits anyway. Because really, it's that packed.]