[ maybe a little like an npc she once knew....? maybe..... she won't make the connection right away since she never learned ei was from teyvat, but it's fine.
she won't disturb this interaction yet.... she respects butterflies. she walks towards another planter, takes out her phone, and starts to snap a couple photos. ]
[EI WAS OUT THERE GETTING ATTACKED BY WET BREAD AND NOT TELLING ANYONE SHE WAS FROM TEYVAT. Good for her. They can both mutually respect the butterflies together in this cursedass land.
That said, eventually, he'll look up and over from where he's vibin', seemingly unsurprised by the entrance of another person into this one-man one-butterfly party. The face is definitely Scaramouche's, though it's eerily doll-like with its lack of expressiveness. HE BLINKS SO RARELY. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS FACE. Baby Scaramouche is a fucking alien who lived for almost 100 years without interacting with any other living creatures.
That said, he at least inclines his head in a nod. He's been around people long enough by now to know how to greet like them...]
[ if it weren't the long hair, it'd be the lack of his usual expressions that would alert roxana that something's different. by the time he chooses to greet her, roxana has collected a few butterflies on her sleeves and on her hand. (roxana's narrative voice) she is sweet to butterflies, too. ]
[A glance back toward the butterflies, contemplating, before he eventually nods. Yes, whimsical sounds about right. The whimsy. But he turns his attention back to Roxana after that, head inclining forward a little. Oddly enough, as they speak, she may notice that he's mirroring her a bit. Her gestures, the way she carries herself, even parts of her intonation; things like that.]
[Oh... This seems surprisingly easy?? He does not want to pick the flowers yet, so instead he just moves to shuffle over and stand in the flower patch, careful not to trample any.
[ she loved the swords who just thought the best of her and did whatever she asked.... ]
This is why you are trying to imitate, but I don't think imitation will get you where you want to go. Come walk with me, but don't walk like me.
[ roxana really is thinking, where did it all go wrong with you.... kabukimono she would have done anything to protect you.... she'd let scaramouche flounder for a cornchip. ]
[Swords.........are fools. But also morally grey enough to be okay with shady people regardless, at least.
NOT THE CORNCHIP she's so right for it. Oh to play Kabukimono and just be a freaky lil blank slate alien instead of Scaramouche who is a lil shit always. He looks at the butterflies, but eventually and slowly moves to stand, like he's doing his best not to scare them away. Most flutter off, but a few do still linger as he steps his way from the flowers and over to her side.]
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she won't disturb this interaction yet.... she respects butterflies. she walks towards another planter, takes out her phone, and starts to snap a couple photos. ]
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That said, eventually, he'll look up and over from where he's vibin', seemingly unsurprised by the entrance of another person into this one-man one-butterfly party. The face is definitely Scaramouche's, though it's eerily doll-like with its lack of expressiveness. HE BLINKS SO RARELY. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIS FACE. Baby Scaramouche is a fucking alien who lived for almost 100 years without interacting with any other living creatures.
That said, he at least inclines his head in a nod. He's been around people long enough by now to know how to greet like them...]
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Hello. Are you fond of the butterflies here?
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He seems to consider the question for a moment. He's still figuring out what it means to be fond of things in general...]
I am. I am fond of them in a way that differs from the fondness I have for tea.
[Well.]
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It is a different type of appreciation. Tea, you smell and imbibe, and it can soothe. Butterflies you admire and watch and try to get to come to you.
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His expression doesn't change much, but there's a little furrow at his brow like he's computing this information. LEARNING SOMETHING NEW.]
Yes. You do not have to wait for tea to approach.
[Gazing back at this butterfly on the flower...]
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[ she gestures towards the flowers. ]
If you blend in more with the flowers, it may come to you sooner.
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[A glance back toward the butterflies, contemplating, before he eventually nods. Yes, whimsical sounds about right. The whimsy. But he turns his attention back to Roxana after that, head inclining forward a little. Oddly enough, as they speak, she may notice that he's mirroring her a bit. Her gestures, the way she carries herself, even parts of her intonation; things like that.]
How does one do such a thing?
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[ smell like a daisy, not yet scaramouche. ]
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And then looks at her like ?????]
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crouch, child who is 100 years older than she is. ]
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And then sits very still.
Like, spookily still. Is he even breathing? Good question. He's definitely not blinking! He's such an alienass freak.
But the good news for him is, he is definitely still enough for butterflies to land on without feeling threatened.]
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Is that comfortable for you?
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Is that comfortable...? [A little echo, and then:] Is it?
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You can stand up or move. Whatever you feel like. If you feel like it.
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He seems to be considering this, though.]
I do not mind being here. The flowers and butterflies are both nice.
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she tilts her head. ]
Nature does suit you in a way. Do you have a name?
[ what are you? why are you such a blank slate? those are some of her wondering thoughts. ]
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Nature suits me. [A little echo of a repeat, kind of echoing her inflection.] I am called "Kabukimono" by the villagers.
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Kabukimono. [ she repeats that slowly. her fantasy life is too western. ] Are you trying to learn?
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She's so stuck in the west. me too until recently girl. But at the question, he nods!]
I am. I would like to learn quickly, so that I may stop creating "discomfort" in others.
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Someone told you that? That's rude.
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They do not say so in their words, but I am aware of it. That I am not like them, and it causes them "discomfort".
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This is why you are trying to imitate, but I don't think imitation will get you where you want to go. Come walk with me, but don't walk like me.
[ roxana really is thinking, where did it all go wrong with you.... kabukimono she would have done anything to protect you.... she'd let scaramouche flounder for a cornchip. ]
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NOT THE CORNCHIP she's so right for it. Oh to play Kabukimono and just be a freaky lil blank slate alien instead of Scaramouche who is a lil shit always. He looks at the butterflies, but eventually and slowly moves to stand, like he's doing his best not to scare them away. Most flutter off, but a few do still linger as he steps his way from the flowers and over to her side.]
In what way am I meant to walk?
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[ even if it becomes something irritating. ]
If you walk smoothly, the butterflies will stay longer.
[ she is going to choose to walk down the hill of the butterfly garden trail instead of going up... easier to keep steady for the butterflies. ]
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