[chaos 001]

[mysteryboychaos]

Down the way from the manor house, down a worn dirt path, there's a small clearing in the woods next to a clear creek. In that creek, there's a fishing line, connected to a pole firmly secured between a couple rocks. Next to the pole is a young man with tanned skin and white hair. He's wearing loose robes, and has an arm thrown over his eyes to

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[mark_of_me]

[Naoya walks down the path, catching sight of the young man. There's something about him that makes Naoya stop and narrow his eyes. Hmm.]

[He supposes he can watch the boy for a few minutes. He sits down a little ways away, staring at the creek but watching the boy out of the corner of his eye.]

[mysteryboychaos]

[As chaos isn't really sleeping, and he's sensitive to anyone with powers around him, he can tell Naoya's there. But, for now, he'll let Naoya watch his supposedly sleeping form. After all, there's no bites on his line yet anyway.]

[mark_of_me]

[It's peaceful here. Idly, he wonders where he's going to camp for the night. ... He can deal with that later, he supposes.]

[mysteryboychaos]

[Oh, hey, there's a bite on the line. chaos'll take care of it. The fish got away, but he'll re-bait the line and toss it back in the water. Might as well be polite and greet you, as well]

Nice afternoon for fishing.

[charientisms]

[And then there is a man leaning over him, floppy sleeves pressed together and smiling.]

That certainly does not seem to be a pleasant place to sleep.

[mysteryboychaos]

[chaos uncovers his eyes with a chuckle]

It's comfortable enough, sir.

[charientisms]

I daresay it is, if you found yourself resting there. A curious choice in occupation.

[mysteryboychaos]

Less of an 'occupation' and more of a hobby.