[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.]
[Hm... He will follow along after her, doing his best to keep steady. Fortunately this is not too hard for him considering he's a fake-bodied freak who can keep still in a way that humans just can't.]
It is a difficult thing, to walk without thinking about it.
[ she can tell he's a freak, but at least he's more like a sponge than anything else right now. ]
When you can walk without thinking about it, that's when you'll cause less discomfort. Those are things people consider natural.... and if you behave in a way they think is natural, they won't think anything is strange.
If people were kinder, they'd accept strangeness.
[ but she won't get into her terrible view of people in front of someone who's a blank slate. ]
She is too kind and considerate to him as he pads along, trying to figure out what a natural gait might look or feel like. Considering his own natural gait is definitely that of a freaky immortal creature, too smooth to really look human.]
The people of Tatarasuna are kind. They have allowed me into their home.
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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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Smoothly?
[Hm... He will follow along after her, doing his best to keep steady. Fortunately this is not too hard for him considering he's a fake-bodied freak who can keep still in a way that humans just can't.]
It is a difficult thing, to walk without thinking about it.
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When you can walk without thinking about it, that's when you'll cause less discomfort. Those are things people consider natural.... and if you behave in a way they think is natural, they won't think anything is strange.
If people were kinder, they'd accept strangeness.
[ but she won't get into her terrible view of people in front of someone who's a blank slate. ]
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She is too kind and considerate to him as he pads along, trying to figure out what a natural gait might look or feel like. Considering his own natural gait is definitely that of a freaky immortal creature, too smooth to really look human.]
The people of Tatarasuna are kind. They have allowed me into their home.