[OPEN LOG] Pastel hues falling, Slow fluttering grace
Who: You!
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: March 25-31st.
Where: All over town. Wherever you find a cherry tree.
Rating: Who knows how across the board this'll be <8|
( Pink petals passing, Lining streams in lace )
What: Cherry Blossom Festival
When: March 25-31st.
Where: All over town. Wherever you find a cherry tree.
Rating: Who knows how across the board this'll be <8|
( Pink petals passing, Lining streams in lace )
Goose reclined up inside of the trees, enjoying the pretty cherry blossoms and eating cotton candy, elephant ears, nachos, and other such things from vendors.
Not exactly the traditional way of celebrating, but whatever.
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He also admittedly jumped once Matthew made his presence known. HE DIDN'T EVEN, WHAT. How did he get behind him so quietly?!
He manages to force out a grin regardless. Can't look like a wuss now.]
Heeeey, where'd you come from?
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Ploy 'innocence by ignorance' is a go!]
From behind you of course, sir. These trees sure are lovely, I've never seen anything like them.
[And a healthy dose of subject change never hurt anyone. It seems like Goose is trying to laugh it off, so there's a good chance he'll take the opportunity to steer the conversation in a new direction.
The bit about never having seen trees like this is a lie, but it's easy for him to put on an awed face, and gaze around absently at the flowers.]
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Yep. They're cherry blossoms. They ain't around a whole lot, but they're damn nice. Never seen any actual cherries on 'em, though.
[Did he have no idea if they grew on trees or not? Yes, he had no idea. He never really bothered to find out.]
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That's one drawback of those glasses. They don't conceal all that much, but a lot can be learned from someone's eyes. He'll just have to work around that.]
I wonder why they're called that then....They smell wonderful.
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[Goose inhaled deeply and savored the aroma of the fresh, lush cherry blossoms. This is why hanging around in a tree is probably the most fun thing to do.]
Eh, but that doesn't matter. How are you enjoying the festival, eh? Kinda fun, I've gotta say. [Then again, considering his roots, he had a certain bias for festivities and celebrations. Holiday Island was called Holiday Island for a reason.]
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It certainly is nice. I've been finding it hard to keep up with all this new technology, and it's good to take an afternoon off and just relax.
[That's not entirely true, but it has elements of it. He's been in a bit of a frenzy, collecting as much information as he can, but he just sent off a report to Hector, so he feels it's high time he took a bit of a break.]
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[Goose glanced down at his food, and then looked back over to Matthew, he who lacked Beautifully Delicious Treats. This was something to be remedied, he felt. Everyone needed said treats.]
Hey, you hungry? You've gotta try some festival food sometime. It's great.
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[This sounds like an easy opportunity to get free food. Matthew loves free food.]
I am, sir. What exactly have you got there?
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[He held up a blob of cotton candy, right in Matthew's eye view. All cotton candy is? It's just this concoction of cavity-bringing hell.
It wasn't that Goose cared about that part, though.]
Here. In the mood for this stuff? It's one of my favorites.
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There is no acting required for the explosion of pleasure that erupts across his face. It reminds him of being a child. He used to sneak into the bakery and eat the straight sugar used for pastries. But this stuff is better somehow.
He snatches another piece, this one larger, and pops it into his mouth as well, the taste just as divine.]
Mmm! It's so sweet, sir!
[If this stays in front of his face he will be attempting to capture morsel after morsel.]
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[Goose had a sweet tooth. Oh, did he EVER have a sweet tooth. He loved to eat bit after bit of sugary sugary sugar. Also, sugary sugar. Did I mention sugary sugars?
He shoved another piece into his mouth and felt it melt into his tongue like nothing. So good!]
Cotton candy's just sugar, just... kinda made into puffs. Dunno how they do it, but damn, I wish I knew. I'd make it all the time.
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Mmmh. More of this is definitely on his 'to steal' list.]
It's fantastic.
[Oh, but you don't know how it's made? Dang, he was about to ask.]
I wonder who would know then. Is there a cooking class here by any chance sir?
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[Goose ponders for a moment, and soon enough, a solution reaches his noggin. Aha! Now he knows what Matthew can do.]
Unless you don't mind dealing with a giant bear. You can go ahead and ask the cafeteria bear. He'll help you out. Maybe.
[Yes. He's serious.]
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From what Matthew knew about Goose he was the kind who was fairly loose with information. So far he'd answered every single question that Matthew had asked, so there was no real reason to try and be subtle or sneaky about worming the information out of him. The wide eyed curious face should work just fine. He's just a mildly concerned naive farm-boy. Go ahead, tell him everything.]
The...bear? Okay, but what do you mean 'or worse'?
[His head is cocked to the side, bright brown eyes are just a tad wider than normal, and a slightly shocked expression adorns his face.]
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