[Open] 002. Daily Life

[fortunyx]

Who: Ryoji Mochizuki and you!
When: Throughout July
Where: The Sorcerous Quill, Small Stall, Sew and Tell, The Street
What: Just typical Ryoji Shenanigans
Warnings: None

A. Snow Zombies!

[Actually, no. It isn't a snow zombie. But it's probably understandable that you would think so. You are probably on your merry way elsewhere or maybe you're helping clean the streets of snow. But sooner or later, you would feel a hand come out of nowhere weakly take hold of your leg. The owner of that hand is none other than Ryoji Mochizuki, buried deep in the snow. He looks at you, his skin pale and the white of the snow clinging to his black hair doesn't make things any better.

He is shivering, struggling to say something.]

S-S-S-S-So...rry...

[He may be feeling like death but that is no excuse for not apologizing to someone.]

B. The Perfect Model

Oh! I think they'd be perfect for it.

[And someone is pointing right at you. The harpy boy goes over to you before he gently takes you by the shoulders, leading you back towards the lady that he had been talking to earlier. He gives you a bright smile and a supportive thumbs up. Just what has this boy dragged you into? Probably not something good.]

The perfect model is right here! They have the face for it, you know?

[He may or may not have just pulled you into a quick modelling gig. Nothing too serious but...whoops?]

C. Business is Business

[Ryoji sits at a stall that he agreed to run because he has "a pretty face". He's honored to take the reigns on this but he doesn't understand how a pretty face relates to selling...weaponry. But Ryoji is going to certainly try his best to use his money maker to sell these things. He puts a smile on his face as he holds up a simple axe.]

We have axes here! Really nice axes!

[Well, he thinks they are nice axes. He isn't too sure about that. But they have some unique carvings on them so that must mean they are good quality, right? Right.]

D. Scribe Work

[Ryoji believes he's good at writing which is why he accepted this request. Also, he is borderline broke. That also contributed to it. But it seems that his mind his elsewhere since everything he writes down always seems to lead off into something not relating to the spell work that they wanted him to write down. He lays his head down on the desk provided to him and lets out a small groan.]

It's hopeless...

Comments

[oceanschild]

[Paris feels deeply uncomfortable in any clothing that's not a peasant blouse and loose fitting pants, so this is making him feel very uneasy. Pretty much all of the fabric here is much nicer than he's used to. He's dressed now in... it's not quite a suit, but it is insanely fancy compared to what he's used to. He looks good in it, his freckles and his wide, mildly horrified eyes lending to a very boyish look.

He looks over at Ryoji, at least a little pleased to see it's not just him...]

[fortunyx]

Oh, look at you! You look so handsome!

[Ryoji approaches him with a bright smile before he circles around him, taking in the outfit that he is in. He eventually comes to a stop before he pets his arm around his shoulder.]

I knew you'd look good. You can always count on Ryoji Mochizuki for this kind of thing. So how do you feel on a scale of good looking to downright handsome?

[oceanschild]

I-I, um... [He feels like he's an imposter, honestly, but he doesn't really know how to articulate specifically that.] I-It's, um... it feels... weird. Sorry...

[fortunyx]

[He just assumes it's because Paris is shy. Sorry, Paris.]

It'll be fiiiine. All we have to do is pose and we can get out of those clothes.

[He sends a quick wink Paris's way.]

And how good are you at posing, by the way?

[oceanschild]

P-posing...?

[What does that even mean. Does it mean hiding because he wants to do that and he would be good at that.]