around the park; [ souza.. hasn't truly formed an opinion of this place yet. maybe he's still trying to process all of it, but to be fair--even given his standards these days--it's been a lot for him to deal with. masterless once more, supposedly helping to save his world.. again.. and now this? this is the strangest war effort he's ever seen, and while he's been a trophy for most of his life, that doesn't mean he hasn't seen war-camps. especially lately.
still, he can be found wandering the park, watching the rides with frank admiration--isn't it amazing how times have changed since he was forged?--and exploring the various offerings. he's.. pretty hard to miss, really, given that he's sort of cotton-candy-colored and carrying a sword. he's also seemingly interested in everything, and if someone seems approachable enough, he might very politely ask about.. the robots or the rides or the food or basically anything he's currently puzzled about. take your pick tbh.
at least this is better than the theater. .... yeah okay. ]
bonus; [ he still doesn't quite understand this holiday. there's an awful lot of red involved, and apparently presents are somehow a part of it, but that's about the extent of his understanding. his first thought upon receiving a gift of his own is to deny it, of course, because surely it's a mistake-- he's a sword. swords aren't supposed to be given frivolous gifts, and it reminds him a little too much of belonging to some of his less fondly-remembered owners. still, it looks like everyone is receiving something, regardless of who or what they are, so souza doesn't protest. perhaps someone else will like.. whatever this is.
.. but what if it's dangerous? or unpleasant? what if it's completely unsuitable? he stares down at the box in his hands a little dubiously, lower lip caught between his teeth as he considers his options. he could just give it away and hope for the best, couldn't he? it's supposed to be exactly what he wants, though, and for the life of him, he can't imagine what that could be. the only things he wants is a good owner and to have sayo here with he and kousetsu, and neither of them could fit in a box this small. (well, sayo couldn't any longer, anyway.) --if he opens it to check its contents, he could always re-wrap it later, couldn't he? and who knows, if it really is something he especially likes, perhaps he'll keep it.
heaving a sigh, he carefully works open the paper and lid.. and then freezes, blinking down at its contents in baffled surprise. what..?
he pauses, then lifts the striped shaft out of the box, tilting it this way and that, brows lifting as he tries to imagine what it might be for. giving up, he at last turns to someone nearby, head tilting faintly, mismatched eyes surprisingly innocent for someone waving around a dildo. ]
.. I'm sorry, but do you know what this might be..?
souza samonji | touken ranbu
[ souza.. hasn't truly formed an opinion of this place yet. maybe he's still trying to process all of it, but to be fair--even given his standards these days--it's been a lot for him to deal with. masterless once more, supposedly helping to save his world.. again.. and now this? this is the strangest war effort he's ever seen, and while he's been a trophy for most of his life, that doesn't mean he hasn't seen war-camps. especially lately.
still, he can be found wandering the park, watching the rides with frank admiration--isn't it amazing how times have changed since he was forged?--and exploring the various offerings. he's.. pretty hard to miss, really, given that he's sort of cotton-candy-colored and carrying a sword. he's also seemingly interested in everything, and if someone seems approachable enough, he might very politely ask about.. the robots or the rides or the food or basically anything he's currently puzzled about. take your pick tbh.
at least this is better than the theater.
.... yeah okay.]bonus;
[ he still doesn't quite understand this holiday. there's an awful lot of red involved, and apparently presents are somehow a part of it, but that's about the extent of his understanding. his first thought upon receiving a gift of his own is to deny it, of course, because surely it's a mistake-- he's a sword. swords aren't supposed to be given frivolous gifts, and it reminds him a little too much of belonging to some of his less fondly-remembered owners. still, it looks like everyone is receiving something, regardless of who or what they are, so souza doesn't protest. perhaps someone else will like.. whatever this is.
.. but what if it's dangerous? or unpleasant? what if it's completely unsuitable? he stares down at the box in his hands a little dubiously, lower lip caught between his teeth as he considers his options. he could just give it away and hope for the best, couldn't he? it's supposed to be exactly what he wants, though, and for the life of him, he can't imagine what that could be. the only things he wants is a good owner and to have sayo here with he and kousetsu, and neither of them could fit in a box this small. (well, sayo couldn't any longer, anyway.) --if he opens it to check its contents, he could always re-wrap it later, couldn't he? and who knows, if it really is something he especially likes, perhaps he'll keep it.
heaving a sigh, he carefully works open the paper and lid.. and then freezes, blinking down at its contents in baffled surprise. what..?
he pauses, then lifts the striped shaft out of the box, tilting it this way and that, brows lifting as he tries to imagine what it might be for. giving up, he at last turns to someone nearby, head tilting faintly, mismatched eyes surprisingly innocent for someone waving around a dildo. ]
.. I'm sorry, but do you know what this might be..?
ota;
[ or hit me with your own scenario! ]