[OPEN] bite & arbeit

[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto and you!
When: Throughout mid-September
Where: All in Aefenglom - shopping district; industrial district; vampire bar maybe??; etc.
What: Part-time work, quests, full moon changes.
Warnings: Threads set at Victorious Secret are likely to be a little racy. Will edit if anything else comes up!

Starters are in the comments!

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[halfmoon]

Wolf strikes Makoto as an unexpected name. He'd been assuming the man is Japanese, like him, considering how many other mirrorbound are Japanese. Also, that's... sort of an ironic name, isn't it? Between that and the hesitation, Makoto wonders if it could be an alias, although he's not sure why the man would feel the need to keep his real name from him.

"I can help you with your watch too, if you want." The lack of familiarity with what is essentially a cell phone is another sign that Wolf is different than Makoto had assumed. At any rate, he isn't alone in finding the pocketwatches foreign or hard to use. "You're welcome either way. My username is 'tatsuya,' if you ever wanna ask for help with something else. I don't mind."

[divineconfetti]

That's because it's not a name; it is just more convenient to call a beast what it is than by nothing at all. But he's not wrong. It is a very ironic name, given the way that he had begun to transform once he arrived in this city. He doesn't think much of it; certainly there is no divine design to their designations? For the most part, it seems random. His random selection had just been more amusing than others.

It is not that Wolf's identity is secret -- he simply doesn't have one to give. A boy had once had a name, given to him by his parents. But they had been reaped by war, and the boy had been scavenged by an owl from the battlefield; he had taken him in as a cub, and he had left the boy he had been behind.

To illustrate his complete unfamiliarity with the device, Wolf's eyes are somewhat vacant, and he merely repeats, "'Username'..." before falling silent once more. It almost seems more trouble than it is worth. If he wishes to speak with someone, he will just find them. Why would he want to speak to strangers?

"I do not think that is necessary." Pause. "...But," he sighs through his nose. "If it is something I must do and I have a question, I will inquire of you."

[halfmoon]

"Yeah. It's the written name that comes up next to people's messages. You've seen those, right? One of them shows up next to your posts and replies too."

Makoto offers him a small smile, hoping to put him at ease. It's fine if he doesn't know how to use it or doesn't want to use it. Makoto is simply trying to help him out.

"I'm mostly away during the night instead of the day, but I'll answer you whenever I see that you've messaged me." Makoto gestures back towards the front of the store, where the sales clerk is.

[divineconfetti]

"...I see."

He still seems awkward about it. Imagine your ancient grandfather fumbling around with his phone, trying to understand how instant messengers work. Now imagine that about twenty times worse, because Wolf is from a time well before even phones or telegraphs had entered the realm of communication technology. There's a reason why he typically just ignores the thing.

Well, he hadn't expected to do much more in the bookstore than wander the aisles and feel uncomfortably nostalgic, but Makoto has single-handedly salvaged this outing. He at the very least has something useful in hand. He nods, thinking he wouldn't mind at all when the young man responded to the messages.

"Thank you. You have been a great help. ...Should you require any aid or information, in the future, I would be happy to repay you."

He's big on that kind of thing. The only help he either gives or receives without thought of equalling the scales was that to Lord Kuro, and that was only because of the oath he had sworn.

Regardless, if there was nothing else to be discussed... the wolfish turnskin finally turns to make his way towards the counter, to purchase the book and then go on with his day.