[Log, Solo-ish]Week 29, Day 2, A Strange Kind of Gift
Who: Kinomoto Touya
Status: Open to Elliot if he wants to hunt Touya down, otherwise closed.
Style: Prose, present
Where: Mizusato ryokan
When: Week 29, Day 2
Rating: PG, this is just a piece of fluff, kay?
Summary: Touya felt strange about what he found out about ELliot's death, but didn't know how to address it. So here we go.
It's not a particularly huge thing. After all, there's no particularly macho way to give a huge present to another guy, especially not one who is a closer friend than you're really comfortable admitting. It's not the standard flowers or stuffed animals, because this isn't really a 'get well' and they're not little kids and there's no proper way to say 'please feel better about being dead.'
It's not something that would ever, in the real world, need to be said. Except to ghosts, and Touya is quite used to saying it to them, but buying them presents isn't really feasible.
So.
What options does that really leave, for a guy who doesn't know how to say the words to someone who is NOW alive and isn't probably going to thank him - because really, he and Elliot are a lot alike - and really would probably rather be left alone anyway?
Well.
What does he do? What can he do?
He searches all over Kannagara, first. From the mountain village of Raisato to the dark back alleys of Yomisato, from the fragrant Hisato market to the lively Mizusato shops. There's nothing that he can think of, nothing that he can find that will say what he wants.
So.
Well.
The summoning shop it is. And he stands in line with one foot on the floor and the other scuffing at a wall, waits for long moments, telling himself that the moment he gets to the front of the line, he'll just know.
And you know what?
It works.
This is why when Elliot comes to the ryokan at one of his usual times to play piano, he finds Touya nowhere in sight, but he does find a box waiting there for him, plain and unwrapped, his name written neatly across the top. And inside it, there's waiting for him a leather bound journal, personally engraved by hand by someone obviously still learning that trade - not quite professionally neat - and filled with empty pages of sheet music.
The engraving on the cover says this:
Songs from the Second Life of Elliot Nightray
Status: Open to Elliot if he wants to hunt Touya down, otherwise closed.
Style: Prose, present
Where: Mizusato ryokan
When: Week 29, Day 2
Rating: PG, this is just a piece of fluff, kay?
Summary: Touya felt strange about what he found out about ELliot's death, but didn't know how to address it. So here we go.
It's not a particularly huge thing. After all, there's no particularly macho way to give a huge present to another guy, especially not one who is a closer friend than you're really comfortable admitting. It's not the standard flowers or stuffed animals, because this isn't really a 'get well' and they're not little kids and there's no proper way to say 'please feel better about being dead.'
It's not something that would ever, in the real world, need to be said. Except to ghosts, and Touya is quite used to saying it to them, but buying them presents isn't really feasible.
So.
What options does that really leave, for a guy who doesn't know how to say the words to someone who is NOW alive and isn't probably going to thank him - because really, he and Elliot are a lot alike - and really would probably rather be left alone anyway?
Well.
What does he do? What can he do?
He searches all over Kannagara, first. From the mountain village of Raisato to the dark back alleys of Yomisato, from the fragrant Hisato market to the lively Mizusato shops. There's nothing that he can think of, nothing that he can find that will say what he wants.
So.
Well.
The summoning shop it is. And he stands in line with one foot on the floor and the other scuffing at a wall, waits for long moments, telling himself that the moment he gets to the front of the line, he'll just know.
And you know what?
It works.
This is why when Elliot comes to the ryokan at one of his usual times to play piano, he finds Touya nowhere in sight, but he does find a box waiting there for him, plain and unwrapped, his name written neatly across the top. And inside it, there's waiting for him a leather bound journal, personally engraved by hand by someone obviously still learning that trade - not quite professionally neat - and filled with empty pages of sheet music.
The engraving on the cover says this:
Songs from the Second Life of Elliot Nightray