Thirtieth Truth [Action]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[Well, the Medicine Seller doesn't appear to have a room, so he'll be spending much of the event hanging around the lobby. He's dressed close to the same as usual, except without so many layers--his yukata is almost identical to his usual outer robe, but floor-length, and made of somewhat lighter fabric. His geta and fancy obi remain

Comments

[dashboardlite]

[Hey there, dude-looks-like-a-lady. Your peace and quietude is about to be broken by one Dean Winchester, rocking the robe-thingy that the closet gave him.

He feels mostly-naked, to be honest, but whatever. Nothing to hide here.]

'Sup.

[Dean offers the Medicine Seller the silent "how ya doin'" with a nod of his head]

[tadanokusuriuri]

[When he sees Dean, it's like a part of himself he didn't even know was broken is being made whole. He's struck by memories of Dean fighting by his side, looking after him when he was a child, commiserating in his darkest of moments, even trying to warn him from danger, and he... feels.]

[It's all terribly, terribly confusing. Sort of like when he had all those black feelings for Kura, except... not. At all. Sort of... softer.]

[For a few seconds, he just stares, though he supposes that's not unusual in the slightest for him.]

...I am... very well.

And... yourself, Dean?

[dashboardlite]

...Uh.

[Is there something a little off about the way that the Medicine Man is looking at him?

...nah, probably not.]

Good. Pretty good. Whatcha doin' hanging around down here? S'kinda boring, ain't it?

[tadanokusuriuri]

Not at all. It is... lively here.

[What with all the other residents and their wacky shenanigans.]

...Will you... sit with me a while?