Nanjirou: *is sleeping, as usual, in the park. It's an
especially nice but cool day out, so he has his heavier robes on as he lays on a bench.
People just walk by him and figure he's nothing but a neighborhood monk*
::enter a duo! As promised,
Sengoku has gone along with Sakuno to meet the monk::
::looking around curiously:: Neh, do you know
what he looks like?
Sengoku: ::tilts to the side to peer at the shape
sleeping on the bench across the way from them:: ::tilts back the other way:: ::walks over to peer down at the sleeping Nanjirou instead::
::pokes him experimentally::
Nanjirou: *exerts lighting reflexes of...rolling over!*
Sakuno: ::hovers a
little nervously around Sengoku::
. . . Maybe that's, uh, not him--I'm not sure, I forgot to ask . . . .
Sakuno: He just said he was a monk, I think.
::looks around again::
Looks like he's the only monk here .... ::pokes
Nanjirou: *wakes up slowly* Eh? What the...Oh! I see! *hops up* Why, a couple has come to me
for advice on their first date! ...I
have to say she seems a little young for you....
Sakuno: Ah! ::surprised
by the sudden movement:: I--uh . . . n--no, I'm not--he's not . . . .
she's cute! ::pats
Sakuno lightly on the head::
Sengoku: Neh, monk-san, I
don't suppose you were meeting a Ryouma-fan today?
Nanjirou: Ooooh, you know my
son...? *squint* Oh, wait, I know you two.
You're the old hag's granddaughter...and you play for that pervert Banji.
Sakuno: ::. . . old
hag?:: You . . . know my grandma?
Sakuno: ::what a rude
old man, though!::
::sticks his hands behind his head and ponders Nanjirou: :
Pervert? Banji? ::looks VASTLY
amused by the idea:: Hehe
... maybe that explains why he let the kiddo be a manager ...
Nanjirou: Che. Stupid old man...he was a perfect match for
that stupid old woman!
::shrugs -- the romantic lives of his wrinkling elders
is not exactly a subject he ponders often:: ::just smiles and nods::
Sakuno: I . . . ah . . . . Why are you
talking about my grandma that way, Mr. Monk? She's actually very nice . . . .
Nice! That's a laugh! I'll never forget how she ruined my chances
with Kimiko-chan....*looks angry for a minute and
then sits down* Anyway. Didn't I take you training for tennis one
Sakuno: ::. . . he
did?:: Um . . . I . . . guess . . . . ::nods
hesitantly--she actually can't remember::
Nanjirou: Saa, you kids these
days, with all those hormones and romance!
It's alright if you don't remember, you have
other things on your mind. *nods* So, why do you want
info on Ryoma? You have a rather fine boy here...
Sakuno: I--::aaaah, all these talks of romance and hormones
and--she blushes:: I'm, um . . . supposed to write a report on Ryoma-kun. For, uh, school. ::'for
a fanclub' sounds a little silly::
Sengoku: Neh, I'm her escort
when she meets strange old men.
Sakuno: I'm sorry! ::oh
god, she's offending a monk::
::pokes at Nanjirou's
robes:: Strange as in she doesn't know
you and only talked to you online and old as in older than her. ::nods sagely:: You just can't have young women meeting older
men they don't know .... You could be EVIL!
Nanjirou: You're weird.
Don't touch me.
Sakuno: ::. . . maybe
she shouldn't have come . . . .::
So, what do you want to know about Seishounen?
::crushes the impulse to show Nanjirou
how weird he can be ... but only because Sakuno came
here for info:: ::ponders the clouds
Sakuno: ::oh! he's talking to her again:: I, um . . . well, anything would
be fine, I guess . . . . Things I don't know.
Sakuno: Thank you for helping me, by the way
. . . . .
Nanjirou: It's the least I can do, of course! You wouldn't...have a crush on Ryoma?
::grins at the sky at that::
of mortified embarrassment:: I--uh--well--that's--! ::aaah:: . . . Um, that's . . . I don't, uh . . . it's
. . . . I'm sorry. This is embarrassing.
Sakuno: . . . How do you know Ryoma-kun, anyway?
Nanjirou: *laughs* I'm his father!
Sakuno: ::wow. This
will take a moment to absorb::
::peers curiously at Nanjirou,
his grin takes on this quality that can only be called 'entertained'::
Sakuno: . . . ::begins to babble very, very
fast:: I--oh--oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know, I hope you don't mind I'm, uh,
writing a report about your son, I don't mean it badly and it's not like I'm . .
. uh . . . stalking! Or anything! It's for a friend!
Sakuno: I'm so sorry!
::has to cover his mouth not to say something::
Nanjirou: Hahahaha!! *laughs* Mind?! Of course not!
Sakuno: ::runs out of
breath and looks down, completely and utterly humi--::
. . . Huh?
Nanjirou: Don't worry about it. Truuuuuust me. Here. *takes a folder out of his robe* You can find some pretty....interesting stuff.
::oh man, this dude is evil like his mom is evil::
Sakuno: But . . . you're his father . . . . I
wouldn't . . . ::looks up and notices the folder:: Uh,
Sakuno: Thank you!
Sengoku: ::feels sorry for Ryouma:: ::nods at Nanjirou: : You're an evil, evil man.
Sengoku: I hope you never meet my mom. ::smiles::
Nanjirou: ok, we don't need to bring mothers into this.
Sakuno: ::wonders if
she should look in here now, or wait until she gets home::
::looks at the clouds:: Yet another man humbled by his woman. Wow, that must be an interesting life...
Nanjirou: What're you babbling about?
Sakuno: ::was this hard
to put together? There seems to be so much inside . . . ::
Nanjirou: *leery look at Sen, turns back to Sakuno*
Anyway, you can keep it. I have the
originals stashed at home.
Sakuno: Really? Oh, thank you very much!
Nanjirou: *grins* Don't mention
Sakuno: This should help a lot . . . .
We're ready to go?
Nanjirou: Saa. Let me know if you need anything else, of
Sakuno: ::nod:: You'll
. . . be here again? I mean, I don't think I'll need any more, but . . .
Nanjirou: I'm always here. *points to the temple, which
isn't that far away* We live over there.
Sakuno: Really? ::this
is useful information; now she knows where Ryoma-kun's
Nanjirou: Yup. *has made sure nothing in there,
obviously, reveals his name*
Sakuno: Alright. Ah . . . Sengoku-kun, if
you're ready, I guess we can go . . . .
Sakuno: Thank you again, Mr. Monk!
Nanjirou: Don't mention it. *lays back down, and is
Sakuno: And . . . thank you too for coming
with me, Sengoku-san. I really hope it didn't take too much of your time!
Sengoku: Yay~! ::wants to bound off
completely unleashed:: ::smiles down at Sakuno:: You're welcome and it wasn't any time at all!
Though . . . it must be irritating for you, everyone always thinks I'm your
I don't mind ... ::curiously:: Neh, do you think that file will give you what you need to
know to win Ryouma?
Sakuno: . . . Win?
::peers at her curiously:: You like him, right?
Sakuno: ::blush:: I . .
. how do you know?
Sakuno: I think I do.
Sakuno: . . . Though, I mean, lately . . . .
I've been thinking about other stuff, too, and . . . . I'm confused.
Sengoku: Your journal, of course! ::smiles and nods to
that next part:: Thinking about
what? ::sounds curious::
Sakuno: I . . . aah,
well, that's just, uh--I don't know . . . . It's . . . I'm kind of embarrassed
. . . .
Nanjirou: *has, without notice, been following
them. Eye for an eye...info for info*
::gentle:: Neh, there's no need to be embarrassed ... you don't have
to talk about it if you don't want to.
Sakuno: ::nod:: Thank
::pats her shoulder since he can't ruffle her braided
Sengoku: I knew you could smile! ::grins::
What's our plan for winning you Ryouma's
Sakuno: ::goes red, per
usual:: P--plan? I . . . I don't, really . . . .
Sengoku: Sure~ I'll help you!
Sakuno: I . . . what? ::completely
helpless:: . . . Why?
Sengoku: Why not?
Sakuno: But--I--it's not something that
you'd, uh, be interested in . . . .
Sengoku: But I'll do it if that's what you want.
Sakuno: I . . . . ::aah, she's used to getting this sort of thing from
girls, but not Sengoku-san:: I . . . that would be like . . . matchmaking,
guess it is .... but what else are friends for?
Sakuno: . . . I guess. Thank you.
::just smiles at her::
[OOC EDIT] If anyone could suggest some way to make these line breaks not so huge [without having to reformat it manually line-by-line], I would be eternally in debt.