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[sugee_da_yo]

Who: Suzuki [sugee_da_yo], Watanuki [supraiz_ghosts]
When: Midday...
Where: Around town :p
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Summary:

[Gotta love those carefully planned out logs. ;3 Will edit when finished~!]

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[supraiz_ghosts]

Since the other had spoken, Watanuki felt that it was alright to speak. "I'd assume everyone here is a sinner," he said, "But yes."

After a short pause he decided to introduce himself. Just because he was in a run-down city didn't mean that he should forget his manners. "I'm Watanuki Kimihiro, by the way."

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki snorted, bemused. "A pleasure, Watanuki," he replied smoothly, offerring a smile to the other, placing a hand on his own hip. "Suzuki."

Glancing up at the sky for a moment with a contemplative look at the shift of winds, he sighed, stepping forward towards the boy. Might as well... make an acquaintance. Though the blonde wouldn't admit it, this place had gotten him... just a tad... and JUST a tad, mind you! ... lonely. "So what sin are you here for, Watanuki?" As if he could care less for honourifics. Psh.

[supraiz_ghosts]

Though Watanuki thought it was a little straightforward to ask about sins like that, he didn't actually mind answering. After all, the Gods were completely wrong about his 'sin,' and he was going to stick by that. "Apparently they think I'm envious of other people," he said, "Though they're completely wrong. I'm not envious of anyone."

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki smirked, a not-so-thin thought of 'He doesn't know me yet' running through his mind; he decided to keep it to himself, for once, though. "Then it would make sense if they're wrong about one, they're wrong about another; they say I'm excessively prideful," he scoffed, his eyes a bit hard. "I don't see it sinful for one who warrants it to be proud." His tone was quite serious.

[supraiz_ghosts]

"There's nothing wrong with taking pride in things you do," Watanuki said honestly, "Like with every sin, I think they mean taking things in excess. Like being too prideful, for example."

he paused thoughtfully for a moment, then said, "Then again, the Gods here don't seem to be too good ad judging these things. Some people here haven't done anything to warrant being stuck in this place, while others have done horrible things."

[sugee_da_yo]

"And some of those who have done horrible things are... O? Not here!" he added, pouting a bit with a specific one in mind. "I've only just gotten here and yet I fully witness the cruelty of these gods. Most don't deserve this... And certainly not I," he sniffed, still dwelling on his woe.

[supraiz_ghosts]

Watanuki did feel a bit bad for this guy. Getting stuck in a place like this when you hadn't really done anything wrong was just plain unfair. "Don't worry," he said, trying to sound encouraging, "Look on the bright side: It'll be easy for you to get out of here."

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki grinned. "As if I doubted that, reluctant as the gods will be to have me leave~!" he replied quasi dramtically in a narcissistic tone of sorts. The pity he received from Watanuki was hardly deserved, in all actuality; the blonde definitely belonged here for excessive pride. "However," he continued more sobrely now, "While I am here... I'll need to get hold of the situation."

[supraiz_ghosts]

"Well, from what I've heard, if the Gods think we've improved enough then we get to leave. Of course, there's no real guide to how much improvement must be made, so they might just decide to keep people here forever."

Watanuki was beginning to get a little suspicious of Suzuki, though. He wasn't acting very humble. Perhaps the Gods were right about him. Then he said, "What do you mean 'get a hold of things'?"

[sugee_da_yo]

"I doubt the gods' competence," he commented coldly. "Regardless, by getting a hold on everything, I mean by finding lodgings, clothes, foods, and perhaps some sort of companion." His thoughts drifted slightly, a soft wonder to his eyes that quickly disappeared. "It really shouldn't be too difficult!" the blonde decided in a more cheerful voice.

[supraiz_ghosts]

"I'm sorry I can't help with any of that," Watanuki said, "truthfully I'm a guest at someone else's house, so I can't offer anything. It shouldn't be too difficult to find a place to stay, though. There's lots of nice people here."

He adjusted the buckets of water in his hands. They were starting to get heavy, but Watanuki didn't want to set them down. he'd have to leave soon to go do laundry, anyways.

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki was so tempted to beg 'pleasepleaseplease.' He felt he was actually on okay terms with this guy. Better than that damned Karasu, or Yomi's brat, Shura, who were the only familiar faces around town. "Funny that there are a lot of nice people in a city made for sinners," he mused with a wry smirk.

The blonde glanced down at the water pales. ...Hm. That temptation of pleasepleaseplease jabbed at his right brain. "Do you need help with that?" he asked, his voice faux-sweet; he was, after all, a martial artist who fought with rainbows of some esteem. Hopefully the other wouldn't think he was mocking or boasting or kissing up; not to imply that he wasn't doing any of those, but hopefully the other still would not think that.

[supraiz_ghosts]

Thankfully, Watanuki was painfully oblivious to that. He thought that Suzuki was trying to be genuinely helpful. Actually, the help would be nice, he decided. It was quite a walk back to Tamaki's home. "If you want," Watanuki said as he held out a bucket for Suzuki to take, "I would appreciate it."

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki grinned, and not just to be polite. "I don't mind; I had to do worse than this just for training before," he commented bitterly, recalling the months cooped up with the old hag that was Genkai... Good riddance, he decided, adding a pro to his list for being here instead of there. Taking the bucket from Watanuki's hand, he held it steady, walking alongside the other. "Do you do martial arts?" he asked in a feigned friendliness.

[supraiz_ghosts]

Watanuki thanked Suzuki for his help, and then he turned and started to walk towards Tamaki's home. "No," he said, answering the other's question, "I'm not really much of a fighter. I stick to things I can do, like housework and schoolwork. I let others do the fighting if I can."

That was a pretty honest answer, too. Sure, sometimes he ended pissing off the wrong person and got smacked around, but for the most part he either talked his way out of problems or ran. It was unfortunate for him that the special powers he did have were useless in a fight.

[sugee_da_yo]

Suzuki shruggged. "You should take it up. It's a nice hobby, even if you don't use it a lot," he admitted. "Me, though!" the blonde continued in a bravado voice. "Where I'm from, you need to know how to fight! I'm renowned~!" A certain sparkled shine to his teal eyes appeared. "I have masses of fans, all who cry out, 'How wonderful!' And 'How beautiful!' 'Amazing!' I've conquered many a fighter, and have even started my own team in tournaments!" he sniffed. At least the last part was true... He refused to think what his samurai friend would do if he heard him talking these lies; fans, grandeur. The fact was: Suzuki was not very liked, and Suzuki was not very popular. But he wasn't too aware, himself...