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[supaahiro]

Hiro was down in the bar again. He was, sadly, rather preoccupied with a certain brand of woe here. But that didn't mean he wasn't trying to figure out a way to do something about it

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[iambetadraconis]

Not even to go pee? Well Hiro, that's why catheters were invented.

"What are you doing?" says the slightly-French-sounding English accent.

[supaahiro]

Fifty two cranes mock Rastaban. Hiro can pee in the pushes if he NEEDS TO. He's a guy, after all. It's not weird and awkward like it is for the ladies.

"Making cranes," he says and does not look up.

[iambetadraconis]

But in the dark, all leaves look alike.

Well as long as Hiro doesn't have to explain any interesting rashes to anyone...

He bends over to see the birds [they kinda look like birds] scattered about Hiro.

"I see. What for? And do you have enough?"

[supaahiro]

"Seventy-one," he says, even as another takes shape in his hands. Seventy-two. Seventy-three. "I have to have a thousand. For a wish for someone."

[iambetadraconis]

"A thousand?"

That's a lot, especially if you do it all by hand.

Rabastan? He has better methods.

"Will it work?"

Beat.

"How do you make them anyways?"

[supaahiro]

Ninety-two is in his palm now.

"No," he says. "Maybe. I can't say. If it makes her smile, it will be enough." Ninety-three, now. "I make them by folding paper. One crease, two crease. You know. Origami?"

[iambetadraconis]

If this lady of Hiro's was one of the tree-worshipping envrios she'd cry and not tears of joy either at the thought of one thousand paper cranes.

"Origami?"

He decides to sit down because he's starting to get a crick in his back from bending over.

At thirty-nine he's not getting any younger.

"Is that what you're doing with that paper?"

Rabastan's folded paper. The paper in books. He dog-eared a few pages in a few tomes back in school and got a screaching from Madam Pince as a reward.

[supaahiro]

One-hundred-thirteen...

"Yes. Origami. Paper-art."

Hiro is not an enviro. So there. One-hundred-fourteen.

[iambetadraconis]

If your comic collection is as extensive as Hiro's, no you're not.

He leans over. It's more involved than dog-earing books.

"Can I try?"

Learn how to make them, then use wand to make even more.

[supaahiro]

Isn't a wand CHEATING, Rastaban?

Hiro shows him the folds with one-hundred-and-thirty seven, and then once more with thirty-eight, too. A pink one, one with flowers... the paper offered to him has little geometric shapes.

Hiro is not a bad teacher at all.

[iambetadraconis]

Not in Rabastan's world. It's perfectly legitimate except when it isn't.

A good teacher. It only takes a few mistakes along the way before Rabastan gets the hang of it.

"And you're supposed to make a thousand of these?"

[supaahiro]

"Yes," he says, and then pouints to the one that Rastaban has folded now. "That's one-hundred-and-fifty-one," he explains, and then shows the one in his hands. "This is one-hundred-and-fifty-two."

And that's something, alright.

[iambetadraconis]

One hundred and fifty-two down; eight hundred and forty-eight to go.

"This isn't hard at all. Though given that you need a thousand and you'll catch a chill out here, it is possible to speed up the process?"

Rabastan: I do magic! But you know I can do magic, right?

[supaahiro]

Hiro gives Rastaban a Look.

"It's supposed to take time," he says, maybe a little defensive. "It is supposed to be done with a wish in your heart."

So no, you may not cheat!

[iambetadraconis]

You are so not fair. He'd only fold the paper faster, that's all.

*pout*

"It would still take time anyways," he says, feeling defensive himself. "I'd only be able to fold them one at a time, even with a wand."

It sounds like these cranes are part of a magical ritual so why no magic used in folding the colourful birds?