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[blizzardrock]

Who: Fubuki, Reisi
When: Aug 7
Where: Near Shore
What: Prayer #50


[This fine day finds Fubuki sitting on a bench somewhere (don't question it), holding a newspaper and pretending very earnestly that he isn't watching a young lady rip out a page from her notebook and throw it out.]

...She missed. [The crumpled page falls sadly to the floor beside the trash can. And she's not even going to pick it up!!] That isn't cute...

[...Near Shore denizens can't see them, but the newspaper held open in his face is for the benefit of any gods or shinki who might wander by. IT'S FOR A GOOD CAUSE IT'S FOR A PRAYER]

She came to people-watch, but she's just looking at flowers instead. Do you think she likes them?

...By the way, I didn't have an eye on her or anything, I just happened to notice this prayer when you suggested it. [Please believe him.]

Comments

looks that we may be reaching a point where we can turn this in!

[mostsuitable]

[While Reisi's the sort who knows how to dress himself but has questionable tastes thinking dressing as a sea anemone is proper children's entertainment, it's not as if he knows much about fashion design himself. However, they're working with a deadline, so they'll have to try their best in whatever way they can now.]

Comments praising something specific about the designs and how well they suit her friend. [Though having some inspirational quotes here and there can't hurt, either.

After matching up designs with her works in progress, they narrow their choices down to about six.]

[blizzardrock]

Sounds like a plan, then. [He splits the pack of post-its and hands it over.]

[And then after this, a little bit of observation to make sure it goes off without a hitch, and that should be good.]

[mostsuitable]

[Barely a minute or so after they finish, they hear the apartment door lock click open before Miss Designer opens the door. She steps into her tiny genkan, slips off her shoes and places them in the shoe closet before stepping into her house slippers and shuffling into her apartment. Yawning, she lets her bag fall to the floor at her side before noticing her sketchpad sitting on the table with her works in progress.

Seemingly certain she'd left the house with her sketchpad, she actually asks aloud, "What's going on?" But it doesn't seem like she expects any actual response to that question because she makes her way to the table and takes a seat. Then she plucks up her sketchpad and flips through to the pages marked with post-its. She appears to be in awe as she studies the marked pages, glancing back and forth between the notes and her designs. Sometimes, she picks up the still unfinished outfit in question, turns it in consideration. Once in a while, she even turns it toward one of the conveniently placed pictures of her friend, as if asking for approval.

Finally, finally, she settles on one before checking her desk calendar. Re-energized by their comments—and inspirational quotes, if included—Miss Designer settles down to work on one of the pieces tonight.

Reisi turns to Tenjoin.]

So, what do you think?

[All's well that ends well, right?]

[blizzardrock]

Hm? Well, the rest is up to her.

Heh. It's nice seeing that kind of expression on her face, isn't it?

Let's leave her to it. [He turns to go. Out the window, naturally.]