RP log; Yukimura, Ohtori
Date: May 18th
Rating: G
Summary: Yukimura is wandering around Shibuya looking for a meal when Ohtori catches his eye on the street. Awkward but friendly conversation ensues and Yukimura hires Ohtori to model for him at a future date.
Notes: I'm very sorry this is so backdated. x_X
Tokyo is a brand new world, Seiichi mused to himself as he strolled through the streets of Shibuya, looking for lunch. He wasn't terribly hungry but he found that light, quick meals spread throughout his night cut down the risk of becoming ravenous later.
He couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious and a bit like a tourist here. Everything was so... urban and clogged now. It wasn't the same as wandering the streets of Edo had been. Nobody stopped him to inquire about his business after dark. Now there were millions of lights, loud noise he wasn't sure classified as music, and young people wandering around in outfits that made Seiichi wonder if they'd dressed themselves in the dark. It'd been rare to meet others of his kind in the small towns he'd called home back west but he'd caught scent of so many on the breeze in Shibuya and in his home ward, Minato.
And then a scent came to Seiichi that he couldn't immediately identify that seemed familiar somehow, almost like something he'd read or heard about once. He paused briefly on the sidewalk, scanning the clubbers for who or what it might be coming from.
The tall, pale werewolf had found it impossible to sleep alone in the large apartment that he had once shared with his mate. It was the uncomfortable feeling of loneliness that had pushed this werewolf out into the busy, warm night.
As he began his walk, he kept his ears and nose tuned to his environment at all times-- but as the night grew later and the streets became busier with people finding their friends and lovers or seeking out new ones. Sighing, Ohtori made his way on foot towards the club district where he could lose himself in a crowd and maybe find a way to feel less alone.
In the buzz and excitement of eager bodies and loud music flooding from the opening and closing nightclub doors, he failed to notice an approaching vampire in favor of watching his own feet pad across the pavement.
Ah, there. Seiichi spotted the source of the odd scent, which he still couldn't place, noting that its owner even looked a bit strange. He pursed his lips, wondering if he was foreign; he'd seen some people with hair that pale when he'd lived in Europe and he looked awfully tall for a Japanese, even taller than him. He cocked his head to the side, curious and considering. The artist in him thought he had an interesting look about him, at least more interesting than the people he'd seen so far tonight.
Asking the man what he was outright was out of the question. Tactless he might be at times but Seiichi certainly wasn't rude. Neither was he foolish. Asking such a question would reveal he wasn't quite what he seemed either.
"It's a nice night out, isn't it?" Seiichi asked, sidling up to the man without missing a beat. He'd dressed simply and casually for the hunt: a pair of stonewashed jeans, a white button down shirt, and a light green jacket. The last had been added after quick calculation of the weather outside and whether or not mortals would deem it cool enough to wear one.
Ohtori blinked over with a slightly surprised look as a stranger seemed to practically appear from the air and start walking beside him. Taking a moment to actually understand the question from a strange man.
"It is. Maybe a little too warm for my taste." He shrugged and straightened the black button up shirt he wore over a pale blue tank top. There was something off-putting about the other's presence, he wanted to try scenting the other but was afraid it would make him look odd.
"You don't like warm weather?" Briefly, Seiichi considered breaking away. Perhaps his choice to wear a jacket hadn't been such a wise one after all. He scarcely noticed the cold himself anymore as much as he liked to keep up appearances he did. "Ah, I apologize if I'm disturbing you," he added, studying the other man intently. That scent was going to bug him the rest of the night if he didn't find out what it was.
"No, I uhm- I guess I'm a warm person." He scratched his arm self-consciously and offered a slightly nervous smile. "And you aren't a disturbance...I guess I am just not used to having complete strangers come up to me." He blushed slightly, hoping he hadn't been rude to the shorter man.
It smelled a little bit like musk, maybe a little bit of mint, which reminded Seiichi of scents he'd catch on the wind when he went outside his cabin in America. The other man was talking though and he knew he should focus on that if he didn't want to appear any odder than he already did.
"Oh." Seiichi chuckled lightly and tucked a bit of hair that had fallen across his forehead back behind his ear, putting the scent out of mind for the time being. "Sometimes I don't think before I open my mouth. I'm new in town, you see." He glanced at the other man and flashed a bright, friendly smile. "I just moved here and I haven't really met anyone yet. You looked interesting. I guess my conversation skills aren't up to snuff." His Japanese was excellent, however; brushing up on the modern language via learning tapes during his flight had made a huge difference.
...and now he felt like a jerk. Ohtori made himself put on his friendliest smile and shake his head. "Ah, this place can be a little busy and impersonal." Licking his lips and stuffing his hands into his pockets and stopped walking. "Your conversation is fine- I guess I'm just a little too antsy about strangers. I should apologize." He bowed, lowering his head slightly while sniffing the air around the stranger to pin-point why he was so unsettling. "Please forgive me for being so rude. My name is Ohtori..."
"Yukimura," Seiichi answered briskly. He'd stopped when his companion had and now he watched him, eyes hooded. The name "Ohtori" sounded familiar, as if he'd heard or read it recently. "It is a little but I haven't been here very long yet so no harm done." He smiled again, still warm, and offered his hand to shake. It was the way things were done in the west and he was uncertain how much greeting customs had changed with the westernization. The realtor who'd sold him his house had been American and socialization opportunities had been very few, not counting hunting.
Blinking at the extended hand, Ohtori took a moment before finally remembering what his father had done with his foreign clients when they came around and smiled, shaking the stranger's hand. It was only right to try and be polite after their somewhat strange meeting. "It's very nice to meet you, Yukimura-san."
"It's nice to meet you, too," Seiichi said, shaking the other man's hand firmly then let go. "There's nothing to forgive, Ohtori-san. I interrupted your walk," he murmured. "You're right to be wary of strangers. Some of them aren't very nice." His smile turned gentle and he wondered how old Ohtori was. He looked young but he knew all too well how appearances could be deceiving.
"I'm just a little leery of strangers, especially since I seem to have wandered clear across town." He mused for a moment, it was hardly a walk at all for the young werewolf, but he should probably catch the bus if he wanted to get home and sleep in really late on his day off. "I hope you don't mind my asking- but why did you want to talk to me?"
"I'm an artist. You caught my eye." They weren't lies, just a selective disclosure of the truth. His expression softened a little, genuinely; there were many frightening things out in the night. It bothered him slightly that this boy seemed to be out here all by himself in what Seiichi knew vaguely to be vampire territory now. He didn't understand the turf wars anymore now than he had before he'd left Japan and what little information he had gained during the time before that had long since been outdated. Seiichi wasn't sure what might happen if someone different stayed out here too long by themselves.
"I use all sorts of models for my work. Would you be interested in posing?" Seiichi hadn't meant for that to sound like a line but he couldn't think of a way to make it sound like any less of one.
Giving the other a confused look, Ohtori could feel his face heating up. He'd never considered himself attractive, so catching the eye of an artist was a little unusual for him. Scratching the back of his neck, he shook his head and eyed the ground. "I uhm...I guess." But weren't most 'models' naked? He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment and considered his options. "If you want me to..."
"It's not about what I want but what you are comfortable with." Seiichi relaxed a little, confident he could keep an upper hand now that he was in familiar territory - business. "If you would like to pose for me, I can give you financial compensation for your time. I use both clothed and unclothed models so posing nude isn't necessary if it's not for you."
It wouldn't be a bad development. Offers of paid modeling had worked reasonably well as a lure for feeders in Europe. There was little reason it wouldn't work here in Tokyo. Even if this young man didn't seem to be acceptable in that regard, forging a connection with him could prove useful in finding others who were.
Well- he had been lonely since Renji left...and Atobe-sama was gone, too, and his current boss was about as much fun as a soggy sponge on a sink...
"It might be fun, as long as I can uhm- stay dressed. I'm free nights, since I work all day..." He was still blushing horribly, but somehow felt obligated to at least assist the artist in a way since he was not from the area and was possibly just as bored and lonely.
"You can keep your clothes on," Seiichi reassured him, chuckling softly. The blushing hadn't gone completely unnoticed. He found it boyish, even cute. "If you'd be more comfortable that way. Nights work best for me as well. How about eight o' clock or is that too late for you?" It was early for Seiichi but not so early he couldn't get in a quick breakfast before their meeting. Perhaps the evening clerk at the convenience store ten blocks away from his house. The girl seemed to be a reliable enough food source in a pinch, though Seiichi wasn't enamored of drinking frequently from someone so close to where he lived.
Starting to relax, Ohtori smiled much easier and rested his shoulders. Looking up from the sidewalk again, he nodded. "8 or after is fine...it will take me about that long to change out of my suit and get back over here."
"I'll meet you at eight o' clock, then. I look forward to sketching you, Ohtori-san." It would make sense to meet in a public place again, wouldn't it? It would certainly be safer for both of them if Ohtori didn't know where Seiichi lived. The ward he lived in was heavily populated with his kind. "We'll meet here at eight o' clock," he said again, more to himself. "And then we can go somewhere quiet. Maybe a bar?" There'd been a number of small bars and clubs catering to quieter, more civilized folks back in America. Surely there must be someplace similar in Shibuya. He hesitated to sketch Ohtori in the middle of the street but drawing by street lamp wouldn't necessarily be a first for him either, if unnecessarily romantic.
"Uhm- I can't even go into bars." Ohtori gave a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders, "I still have about a year until I'm old enough to go into a bar legally." He considered it a little weird to be sketched out in a public place, "I mean we can go to a park or library or something if you want."
"Oh, my mistake. I thought you were older." Seiichi grinned a little sheepishly in return. For all he knew for certain, Ohtori could be a witch drinking longevity potions. He didn't seem the spellcasting type though... "A park, then."
"I turned 19 in February, and a park would be nice. There is a good one really near to here actually."
Nineteen was, indeed, young. "There is? I didn't know." Seiichi pushed his hair away from his face. "There's much I don't know about Tokyo these days, I'm afraid."
Ohtori smiled and pointed off towards a few clubs, "go down that alley and walk 3 blocks and take a left and you'll end up right on a bridge in the park. We could meet there." It was simple, but not a very familiar location to him. He had only been on the other side of that park, but could recognize the scents well enough to tell him exactly where he was, even with the buildings, loud music and mingling scents of alcohol and late night snack vendors.
"Sounds perfect," Seiichi said, committing the directions to memory. He wouldn't get lost now. "There are lights in the park?" He didn't need light in order to draw but the less obvious he made that fact, the better.
"Yeah, those old style ones...I uhm...I don't know much about art, but they should do." He looked around for a moment before tilting his head, "so what day should we do this?"
"Whenever is convenient for you. I'm free most nights." Hopefully, Seiichi would find work soon to keep him occupied and focused on the present. Keeping busy gave him less time to brood.
"I'm free most nights, too." Except full moons...he mentally added, trying to think about when the next one is. "How about this time next week...same day, at the park?"
"That sounds great. I'll meet you in the park, then." Seiichi smiled. Survival necessities aside, it was nice to contemplate that he might have just unexpectedly made a friend. Friends had been very few in his life and those he did have didn't last long before old age took them from him. He had no regrets.
"Ah, I must be keeping you," Seiichi said softly, as if suddenly aware there was still a world going on around them. As pleasant as having someone to talk to was, he still had a meal he needed to catch.
"Honestly, not really. I just couldn't sleep so I'm just sort of wandering around..." He shook his head a little and looked around, life really had started to suck now that he was a pack-less werewolf.
"Maybe a movie would help you sleep?" Putting in a tape had been a nightly ritual for Seiichi practically from the day the VCR was invented. He'd moved on to DVDs like the majority of people after the disks and players became more widespread but the practice remained.
For a minute, Seiichi considered asking Ohtori to go see a movie with him but all the theatres were likely to be closed at this hour and his hunger was starting to catch up to him. He wouldn't be able to put off feeding for too much longer.
"I sent them with my boyfriend when he left." Ohtori scratched his arm absently, in the back of his mind something was warning him that the soft spoken stranger was actually a threat- but as he did most of the time when his instincts warned him of danger, he pushed it to the back of his mind. "I'm sure I'll just sleep all day tomorrow. It's fine."
"Rest well, then." Seiichi couldn't imagine giving away movies he actually enjoyed though if they'd existed in 1898 when he'd parted ways with Kiku, maybe he could see himself sending them along with her. As it stood, he'd given her all of the portraits he'd painted of her but the final one which he kept in his living room. Sometimes clinging to objects with strong memories attached to them made it difficult to move on. Maybe Ohtori had experienced something similiar.
"If you'd like some more movies, I have a box of American films sitting at home that people have given me over the years that I'm just not interested in keeping. You're welcome to have them if you like."
"I couldn't trouble you, I'll be fine. So then- I will see you for the uhm- modeling thing. Be safe, Yukimura-san, this part of town can be a little dangerous." Ohtori gave another quick bow and smiled quickly before hurrying off, having decided he had probably overstayed his welcome with the strange man.
Seiichi blinked, surprised by the sudden farewell and departure. "You, too, Ohtori-san!" he managed to call out before the boy was completely out of earshot. For an instant, he felt almost disappointed though he wasn't sure what to be disappointed about. Maybe because Ohtori had been the first and only person he'd talked to since arriving but there were other people in Tokyo. And he was famished and free to return to his hunt now. All the bars must be closing; the streets of Shibuya looked more like a buffet with each passing moment. Good thing I watch my intake. He caught the gaze of a passing college student, one more nicely dressed than most wandering the street, smiled at her shyly, and approached.
Rating: G
Summary: Yukimura is wandering around Shibuya looking for a meal when Ohtori catches his eye on the street. Awkward but friendly conversation ensues and Yukimura hires Ohtori to model for him at a future date.
Notes: I'm very sorry this is so backdated. x_X
Tokyo is a brand new world, Seiichi mused to himself as he strolled through the streets of Shibuya, looking for lunch. He wasn't terribly hungry but he found that light, quick meals spread throughout his night cut down the risk of becoming ravenous later.
He couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious and a bit like a tourist here. Everything was so... urban and clogged now. It wasn't the same as wandering the streets of Edo had been. Nobody stopped him to inquire about his business after dark. Now there were millions of lights, loud noise he wasn't sure classified as music, and young people wandering around in outfits that made Seiichi wonder if they'd dressed themselves in the dark. It'd been rare to meet others of his kind in the small towns he'd called home back west but he'd caught scent of so many on the breeze in Shibuya and in his home ward, Minato.
And then a scent came to Seiichi that he couldn't immediately identify that seemed familiar somehow, almost like something he'd read or heard about once. He paused briefly on the sidewalk, scanning the clubbers for who or what it might be coming from.
The tall, pale werewolf had found it impossible to sleep alone in the large apartment that he had once shared with his mate. It was the uncomfortable feeling of loneliness that had pushed this werewolf out into the busy, warm night.
As he began his walk, he kept his ears and nose tuned to his environment at all times-- but as the night grew later and the streets became busier with people finding their friends and lovers or seeking out new ones. Sighing, Ohtori made his way on foot towards the club district where he could lose himself in a crowd and maybe find a way to feel less alone.
In the buzz and excitement of eager bodies and loud music flooding from the opening and closing nightclub doors, he failed to notice an approaching vampire in favor of watching his own feet pad across the pavement.
Ah, there. Seiichi spotted the source of the odd scent, which he still couldn't place, noting that its owner even looked a bit strange. He pursed his lips, wondering if he was foreign; he'd seen some people with hair that pale when he'd lived in Europe and he looked awfully tall for a Japanese, even taller than him. He cocked his head to the side, curious and considering. The artist in him thought he had an interesting look about him, at least more interesting than the people he'd seen so far tonight.
Asking the man what he was outright was out of the question. Tactless he might be at times but Seiichi certainly wasn't rude. Neither was he foolish. Asking such a question would reveal he wasn't quite what he seemed either.
"It's a nice night out, isn't it?" Seiichi asked, sidling up to the man without missing a beat. He'd dressed simply and casually for the hunt: a pair of stonewashed jeans, a white button down shirt, and a light green jacket. The last had been added after quick calculation of the weather outside and whether or not mortals would deem it cool enough to wear one.
Ohtori blinked over with a slightly surprised look as a stranger seemed to practically appear from the air and start walking beside him. Taking a moment to actually understand the question from a strange man.
"It is. Maybe a little too warm for my taste." He shrugged and straightened the black button up shirt he wore over a pale blue tank top. There was something off-putting about the other's presence, he wanted to try scenting the other but was afraid it would make him look odd.
"You don't like warm weather?" Briefly, Seiichi considered breaking away. Perhaps his choice to wear a jacket hadn't been such a wise one after all. He scarcely noticed the cold himself anymore as much as he liked to keep up appearances he did. "Ah, I apologize if I'm disturbing you," he added, studying the other man intently. That scent was going to bug him the rest of the night if he didn't find out what it was.
"No, I uhm- I guess I'm a warm person." He scratched his arm self-consciously and offered a slightly nervous smile. "And you aren't a disturbance...I guess I am just not used to having complete strangers come up to me." He blushed slightly, hoping he hadn't been rude to the shorter man.
It smelled a little bit like musk, maybe a little bit of mint, which reminded Seiichi of scents he'd catch on the wind when he went outside his cabin in America. The other man was talking though and he knew he should focus on that if he didn't want to appear any odder than he already did.
"Oh." Seiichi chuckled lightly and tucked a bit of hair that had fallen across his forehead back behind his ear, putting the scent out of mind for the time being. "Sometimes I don't think before I open my mouth. I'm new in town, you see." He glanced at the other man and flashed a bright, friendly smile. "I just moved here and I haven't really met anyone yet. You looked interesting. I guess my conversation skills aren't up to snuff." His Japanese was excellent, however; brushing up on the modern language via learning tapes during his flight had made a huge difference.
...and now he felt like a jerk. Ohtori made himself put on his friendliest smile and shake his head. "Ah, this place can be a little busy and impersonal." Licking his lips and stuffing his hands into his pockets and stopped walking. "Your conversation is fine- I guess I'm just a little too antsy about strangers. I should apologize." He bowed, lowering his head slightly while sniffing the air around the stranger to pin-point why he was so unsettling. "Please forgive me for being so rude. My name is Ohtori..."
"Yukimura," Seiichi answered briskly. He'd stopped when his companion had and now he watched him, eyes hooded. The name "Ohtori" sounded familiar, as if he'd heard or read it recently. "It is a little but I haven't been here very long yet so no harm done." He smiled again, still warm, and offered his hand to shake. It was the way things were done in the west and he was uncertain how much greeting customs had changed with the westernization. The realtor who'd sold him his house had been American and socialization opportunities had been very few, not counting hunting.
Blinking at the extended hand, Ohtori took a moment before finally remembering what his father had done with his foreign clients when they came around and smiled, shaking the stranger's hand. It was only right to try and be polite after their somewhat strange meeting. "It's very nice to meet you, Yukimura-san."
"It's nice to meet you, too," Seiichi said, shaking the other man's hand firmly then let go. "There's nothing to forgive, Ohtori-san. I interrupted your walk," he murmured. "You're right to be wary of strangers. Some of them aren't very nice." His smile turned gentle and he wondered how old Ohtori was. He looked young but he knew all too well how appearances could be deceiving.
"I'm just a little leery of strangers, especially since I seem to have wandered clear across town." He mused for a moment, it was hardly a walk at all for the young werewolf, but he should probably catch the bus if he wanted to get home and sleep in really late on his day off. "I hope you don't mind my asking- but why did you want to talk to me?"
"I'm an artist. You caught my eye." They weren't lies, just a selective disclosure of the truth. His expression softened a little, genuinely; there were many frightening things out in the night. It bothered him slightly that this boy seemed to be out here all by himself in what Seiichi knew vaguely to be vampire territory now. He didn't understand the turf wars anymore now than he had before he'd left Japan and what little information he had gained during the time before that had long since been outdated. Seiichi wasn't sure what might happen if someone different stayed out here too long by themselves.
"I use all sorts of models for my work. Would you be interested in posing?" Seiichi hadn't meant for that to sound like a line but he couldn't think of a way to make it sound like any less of one.
Giving the other a confused look, Ohtori could feel his face heating up. He'd never considered himself attractive, so catching the eye of an artist was a little unusual for him. Scratching the back of his neck, he shook his head and eyed the ground. "I uhm...I guess." But weren't most 'models' naked? He bit the inside of his cheek for a moment and considered his options. "If you want me to..."
"It's not about what I want but what you are comfortable with." Seiichi relaxed a little, confident he could keep an upper hand now that he was in familiar territory - business. "If you would like to pose for me, I can give you financial compensation for your time. I use both clothed and unclothed models so posing nude isn't necessary if it's not for you."
It wouldn't be a bad development. Offers of paid modeling had worked reasonably well as a lure for feeders in Europe. There was little reason it wouldn't work here in Tokyo. Even if this young man didn't seem to be acceptable in that regard, forging a connection with him could prove useful in finding others who were.
Well- he had been lonely since Renji left...and Atobe-sama was gone, too, and his current boss was about as much fun as a soggy sponge on a sink...
"It might be fun, as long as I can uhm- stay dressed. I'm free nights, since I work all day..." He was still blushing horribly, but somehow felt obligated to at least assist the artist in a way since he was not from the area and was possibly just as bored and lonely.
"You can keep your clothes on," Seiichi reassured him, chuckling softly. The blushing hadn't gone completely unnoticed. He found it boyish, even cute. "If you'd be more comfortable that way. Nights work best for me as well. How about eight o' clock or is that too late for you?" It was early for Seiichi but not so early he couldn't get in a quick breakfast before their meeting. Perhaps the evening clerk at the convenience store ten blocks away from his house. The girl seemed to be a reliable enough food source in a pinch, though Seiichi wasn't enamored of drinking frequently from someone so close to where he lived.
Starting to relax, Ohtori smiled much easier and rested his shoulders. Looking up from the sidewalk again, he nodded. "8 or after is fine...it will take me about that long to change out of my suit and get back over here."
"I'll meet you at eight o' clock, then. I look forward to sketching you, Ohtori-san." It would make sense to meet in a public place again, wouldn't it? It would certainly be safer for both of them if Ohtori didn't know where Seiichi lived. The ward he lived in was heavily populated with his kind. "We'll meet here at eight o' clock," he said again, more to himself. "And then we can go somewhere quiet. Maybe a bar?" There'd been a number of small bars and clubs catering to quieter, more civilized folks back in America. Surely there must be someplace similar in Shibuya. He hesitated to sketch Ohtori in the middle of the street but drawing by street lamp wouldn't necessarily be a first for him either, if unnecessarily romantic.
"Uhm- I can't even go into bars." Ohtori gave a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders, "I still have about a year until I'm old enough to go into a bar legally." He considered it a little weird to be sketched out in a public place, "I mean we can go to a park or library or something if you want."
"Oh, my mistake. I thought you were older." Seiichi grinned a little sheepishly in return. For all he knew for certain, Ohtori could be a witch drinking longevity potions. He didn't seem the spellcasting type though... "A park, then."
"I turned 19 in February, and a park would be nice. There is a good one really near to here actually."
Nineteen was, indeed, young. "There is? I didn't know." Seiichi pushed his hair away from his face. "There's much I don't know about Tokyo these days, I'm afraid."
Ohtori smiled and pointed off towards a few clubs, "go down that alley and walk 3 blocks and take a left and you'll end up right on a bridge in the park. We could meet there." It was simple, but not a very familiar location to him. He had only been on the other side of that park, but could recognize the scents well enough to tell him exactly where he was, even with the buildings, loud music and mingling scents of alcohol and late night snack vendors.
"Sounds perfect," Seiichi said, committing the directions to memory. He wouldn't get lost now. "There are lights in the park?" He didn't need light in order to draw but the less obvious he made that fact, the better.
"Yeah, those old style ones...I uhm...I don't know much about art, but they should do." He looked around for a moment before tilting his head, "so what day should we do this?"
"Whenever is convenient for you. I'm free most nights." Hopefully, Seiichi would find work soon to keep him occupied and focused on the present. Keeping busy gave him less time to brood.
"I'm free most nights, too." Except full moons...he mentally added, trying to think about when the next one is. "How about this time next week...same day, at the park?"
"That sounds great. I'll meet you in the park, then." Seiichi smiled. Survival necessities aside, it was nice to contemplate that he might have just unexpectedly made a friend. Friends had been very few in his life and those he did have didn't last long before old age took them from him. He had no regrets.
"Ah, I must be keeping you," Seiichi said softly, as if suddenly aware there was still a world going on around them. As pleasant as having someone to talk to was, he still had a meal he needed to catch.
"Honestly, not really. I just couldn't sleep so I'm just sort of wandering around..." He shook his head a little and looked around, life really had started to suck now that he was a pack-less werewolf.
"Maybe a movie would help you sleep?" Putting in a tape had been a nightly ritual for Seiichi practically from the day the VCR was invented. He'd moved on to DVDs like the majority of people after the disks and players became more widespread but the practice remained.
For a minute, Seiichi considered asking Ohtori to go see a movie with him but all the theatres were likely to be closed at this hour and his hunger was starting to catch up to him. He wouldn't be able to put off feeding for too much longer.
"I sent them with my boyfriend when he left." Ohtori scratched his arm absently, in the back of his mind something was warning him that the soft spoken stranger was actually a threat- but as he did most of the time when his instincts warned him of danger, he pushed it to the back of his mind. "I'm sure I'll just sleep all day tomorrow. It's fine."
"Rest well, then." Seiichi couldn't imagine giving away movies he actually enjoyed though if they'd existed in 1898 when he'd parted ways with Kiku, maybe he could see himself sending them along with her. As it stood, he'd given her all of the portraits he'd painted of her but the final one which he kept in his living room. Sometimes clinging to objects with strong memories attached to them made it difficult to move on. Maybe Ohtori had experienced something similiar.
"If you'd like some more movies, I have a box of American films sitting at home that people have given me over the years that I'm just not interested in keeping. You're welcome to have them if you like."
"I couldn't trouble you, I'll be fine. So then- I will see you for the uhm- modeling thing. Be safe, Yukimura-san, this part of town can be a little dangerous." Ohtori gave another quick bow and smiled quickly before hurrying off, having decided he had probably overstayed his welcome with the strange man.
Seiichi blinked, surprised by the sudden farewell and departure. "You, too, Ohtori-san!" he managed to call out before the boy was completely out of earshot. For an instant, he felt almost disappointed though he wasn't sure what to be disappointed about. Maybe because Ohtori had been the first and only person he'd talked to since arriving but there were other people in Tokyo. And he was famished and free to return to his hunt now. All the bars must be closing; the streets of Shibuya looked more like a buffet with each passing moment. Good thing I watch my intake. He caught the gaze of a passing college student, one more nicely dressed than most wandering the street, smiled at her shyly, and approached.