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[closed] a tale as old as time

Who: Davesprite and Hikoboshi
When: July 5th
Where: The "Far Far Shore"
What: Davesprite opens up his sporadic courier service once again for a romantic mission from Orihime.

[In all seriousness, Davesprite hadn't been entirely sure how well trying to cross the river was going to go, even while flying. After having watched the bridge on and off for half the night and seen group after group get turned around without even realising, Davesprite just kind of figured the other side of the river was off-limits.

That was until Orihime asked him to deliver a letter, though. Now that opposite river bank had better be getting a whole lot less off-limits as soon as possible. Thankfully, all evidence suggests that they didn't quite prepare for the eventuality of someone with wings making the trip, because while it's a way longer journey than any river should be allowed to be, Davesprite eventually makes it to the other shore.

Orihime had mentioned what sounded like a farm on the other side, so as soon as he catches sight of something that looks close enough to that, he curves his trajectory towards it, skimming close to the tops of the plants as he tries to pick out any signs of life that aren't some now somewhat startled-looking cows.

After that initial pass, he corkscrews off to one side and circles back, calling out over the farm area.]

Yo, I don't know if you're in or out or what the fuck, but I've got a special delivery with Hikoboshi's name on it.

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[She appreciates his efforts so very much. It takes a lot of effort, but she does smile first before looking at him.]

I cannot believe how- well, no, I suppose I can believe how easy that was for you, Mr. Davesprite. It seems to be the easiest thing in the world, crossing that river... for everyone else who has ever lived in the Far Shore, anyway.

[Then she folds her hands in front of her, trying to seem patient - until her excitement gets the better of her.]

But a message in return...?

Easy for everyone except the people they're going out of their way to fuck over, right. [Davesprite sounds pretty sympathetic by this point, given what he's heard from both sides of the river.]

Yeah. It wasn't much, he said waiting was nothing now that he knows you're enjoying your work again...and he also asked me to ask you if you'd be willing to tailor some new clothes for him. He said he felt bad asking before because of your situation, but I said you seemed pretty happy with making stuff for the newer gods since they'd been helping you out.

[There's something a bit tentative about that last statement, as if he's not sure if he overstepped, but it's a bit late to worry about that now.]

[She goes quiet, bowing her head. She's thinking, wondering, how long he might he have 'felt bad asking'? They are immortal after all, it could have been a decade. All he needed to do was not ask her each time they were together, and mull over it for the remainder of the year. Just 10 times of meeting and never wanting to disturb their joy with a request like that.]

And he asked this of you... unable to beseech me to my face.

[She blames herself.]

[Being exactly the kind of person to blame himself for everything he possibly can, Davesprite immediately gets the undertone of that reaction. And also proceeds to inwardly start blaming himself for wording it the way he did, but that's angst for later.]

I mean...in both of your defense, you'd want to just talk about what you know would make your partner happy if you only see each other once a year, right.

[He thinks. Romantic experience with which to form a foundation for this argument is few and far between for him.]

I should have perceived what would have made him happy.

[She pulls at the sleeves of her kimono.]

I must make him something... spectacular. Even on short notice. For my Hikoboshi, nothing is impossible.

[She looks around like she's contemplating leaving the party this very instant to begin drafting something up.]

[Davesprite would argue that point, but he's pretty sure that it's not going to get them anywhere except upsetting Orihime more. So instead, since she seems so antsy about it, Davesprite takes a different tack.]

If you need anything - supplies, sounding board, whatever - I'm down for it. Making something that good on short notice is going to be way harder without help.

[Not only does he feel obliged now for bringing her the message, but he feels like they both deserve something good. Orihime to feel satisfied with the work, and Hikoboshi to receive something made with care.]

[She shrugs slightly.]

I am afraid you cannot carry me, however. The company would be appreciated. The opinion of a man with regards to clothing for a man is also never unwelcome. Thirdly, you saw him, so I would be remiss in not considering your advice as to his current preferences.

[She hopes he'll follow her, but she does start to walk along the river back to her abode.]

Yeah, I can do the second opinion bit. [Davesprite starts gliding alongside her as she starts walking back along the river.] I don't exactly have a lot of clothes myself, but if you had to know how to dress yourself to judge other people then the entire Near Shore fashion industry would be fucked.

[Trend clothing. It's a thing.]

[She actually smiles at that and even fails to suppress a soft noise of amusement.]

I appreciate that.

[Mercifully, her house isn't that far.]

I suppose that sturdy pants and a shirt would be the most sensible thing for all of his work... but perhaps nightclothes as well?

['Second opinion' at least can be started now, while she's walking.]

[Davesprite at least takes some solace in the fact that he managed to get amusement out of her, and once the actual second opinion part comes up, he gets a little more serious about it.]

Yeah, that's the sort of thing that can wear out pretty quickly because you have to use them all the time. And if he didn't have a shitload of spare time and material to patch with, he might've prioritised his work clothes.

[Since holes in your work outfit would be a bit more pressing than holes in sleeping clothes.]

[She approaches her house and gets onto the porch, opening the door excitedly and leaving it open for Davesprite to join her. Once inside, she waves both hands dramatically - well, for her it's just kind of raising her hands up but with her long kimono sleeves it looks pretty dramatic. The basic cloth for working hakama start to separate with scissors moving across them. Then she starts pulling apart lighter-weight white fabric to form a night-time yukata.]

I can imagine work clothes being important for someone who does so much physical labor as he does... but I also hope he will be well-rested each morning to return to the fields.

[She's actually smiling as she fondly thinks of her beloved, while the two attires start to take shape.]

[Davesprite glides through the door after her, watching the dramatic motion and the tools leap into life with a remarkably deadpan look. It's definitely a power that makes sense for someone like her, he'll say that much.]

Then yeah, add some sleeping clothes to that. Whatever he's got for winter especially might be pretty threadbare by now. [He'll keep up the train of conversation as long as he needs to, since it seems like it's gotten Orihime into a much better mood for the moment.]

[In no time at all, she has two outfits ready to go and is folding them neatly on top of a large cloth, which ties itself up in a neat fold at the top.]

Oh but I have time to make some winter clothes yet, surely... if I can trouble you again in a few weeks, perhaps.

[She looks sheepish but if it were for anyone else other than Hikoboshi she might have held back a bit more. Now that they're in her small sanctuary in all of the Far Shore, she can think ahead more.]

At least this wrap should make it easier to carry back...

[And then she's at a loss for words again, trying to decide how to thank him.]

Hey, trouble me whenever you like, I'm here for it. [He doesn't really do all that much prayer-wise with Hajime, and he figures Orihime and her shitty situation is a worthy enough cause. Besides, she seems kind of awkward about asking, so it just feels right to roll with it.

The lengthy pause pings Davesprite to the fact that she's kind of missing something here, though, and he takes his focus off the clothing shenanigans to look over at her.]

Is there something up still, or are we good to go.

No, no...

[She hands it over and tries to see if she can't touch one of his hands as she gives the parcel over to her delivery bird-boy. She smiles once he has it.]

Please do come see me when you've completed it, though. I'll have a present for you.

[She can certainly touch one of his hands as she gives the parcel to him - though there's light down on the backs of his hands, the main surface of them is made up of skin somewhere between human and that of a bird talon, thicker and rougher.

Though Davesprite takes the parcel without issue, he does look a bit perturbed by the mention of a present. Still, it'd be rude as hell to turn her down, so he just nods as he heads back towards the door.]

Sure, shouldn't take me long anyway to go make his night. [With that, he slips outside, setting out to head back over the river.]

[And when he returns, she'll have designed and made the gloves that will fit his hands - more specifically, a little large that she'll be able to fit once he returns. She's concerned that he'll be able to slip them on and off with the different physical characteristics of his hands. She makes sure that the ends of the gloves near the wrist do that modern thing - the elastic - so that the fingers can be a little looser to handle the talons.]

[As promised, it doesn't take very long for Davesprite to make the round. Once he drops off the clothes, he comes straight back so he doesn't leave her waiting. Even if she's apparently decided it's worth giving him a present, he can make it as painless as possible for her.

Landing at the door, he knocks a little awkwardly on it.] Spritely delivery service, stopping by to confirm a successful delivery.

[Orihime smiles in delight - and not because she doubted he would be successful. He'd already proven more than capable.

Instead, she is delighted to slide the door open with one hand while holding a traditionally cloth-wrapped gift by its knot in the other.]

I may never be able to thank you enough for your services tonight, Davesprite... but I hope this will be of some small help to you in your further journeys.

Okay, yeah, I'm guessing this is a way bigger deal to you than it feels like to me, so I'm just cool with having made your evening less shitty.

[Since her situation seems pretty bad in general. Davesprite may have to try looking into this at a later date. And while he still looks a bit stumped at the present, he does take it when it's offered.]

Uh, thanks. You didn't have to.

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[closed] a tale as old as time

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^ Comment #7 woo

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Mission Success

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Sorry I lost this tag :(

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