thenearshore | Closed with some openish??

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Closed with some openish??

Who: Jae-Ha & Others!
What: A catch-all post for various things I have planned
When: April 22nd (and maybe other dates if more stuff comes up)
Where: Various places
Warnings: None yet!

Closed to Tsuzuki

[It's only been two days, and Jae-Ha's feelings have only gotten more complicated. He waits for Tsuzuki at the door, not wanting to be so rude as to start drinking without him. Sending a simple text seems the best way to call him over, with god abilities as they are...]

I'm here now! ♥

[This was good in many ways, he thinks. Not only will he get to speak with Tsuzuki about this issue, but he'll be able to check on him, as well. He's been wondering how he's doing...]

Closed to Ukoku

[Jae-Ha's arms may be filled with bags of gardening supplies, but that doesn't stop him from soaring. He often likes to take the longer route home just to feel the breeze in his hair and watch the people below. In this particular instance, he happens to recognize one of the faces below. By now, he'd learned a few things from Hazel about this man, but it was nothing informative, really, so that just made him more curious.

He changes his direction and drops out of the sky in a rush of wind, landing elegantly a few feet away from Ukoku. As he stands, he flips his ponytail back over his shoulder with the bag still hung around his arm.]

Closed to Hazel

[After his small distraction, he's finally able to make it back to Hazel's temple. As usual, he lands in the yard and walks up to the door (the door, thankfully), but this time he calls out to Hazel without entering.]

[He raps his knuckles against the door in a few knocks and then steps back off of the porch with his bags of supplies. He's busy taking out the various seeds or plants he's brought, but most notably is a fully grown chrysanthemum in his hand. He'll pester Hazel with more calling out to him if he doesn't come out immediately.]

OPEN?? ISH??

[IF ANYONE WANTS TO DO ANYTHING feel free to spot Jae-Ha jumping around!! Or hit me up.]

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A distraction, perhaps?

[He lowers his arm back to his lap, turning his head just enough to look over at Hazel. It seems unfair that Hazel should just accept and get used to every feeling. While he wouldn't expect himself to stop feeling, of course not, he still feels like it should be a balanced effort.]

Do ya know what time it is? [Just wondering... Not that it changes anything, considering they always do this, but just be aware: Hazel is aware it's late.]

What manner of distraction are we talkin' about here?

You're asking a man whose idea was to drink sake all night.

[See how that's helped??? Not at all. He holds out a hand like he's asking to see the book.] I'm open to suggestions.

Y'know this house is full to burstin' with wine. [Reminder: tiny wino is also here.

If he really wants to see the book, Hazel will pass it over... It's a cookbook. Don't shame him.]

Are you trying to impress me with more than grits?

[He's got to joke when he still has this heavy feeling of helplessness lingering over him. So he smiles, waving the book a bit at Hazel before he sets it to the side. Then he stands, reaching for Hazel's wrist to tug him along with him.]

Why don't we enjoy your wine in a happier way tomorrow? As much as I'm reminded by our first meeting by sitting on this couch with you, I'm growing restless. Let's walk in the moonlight.

[He's not trying to impress anybody!! All he does is shrug and chuckle in response, though, so who knows. This is a real mystery. It doesn't matter in the next moment anyway, when he's tugged up from the couch.]

Aren't ya always? [Like, so is he, but he's just been wandering around the same room while trying to read for all this time instead of frolicking around in the moonlight.]

Alright, let's go.

[It is worth noting that he is expecting, like, a stroll on the porch at most.]

[He pauses out on the porch once he realizes that Hazel is following along... without any shoes. Well, of course he wasn't wearing shoes at home, but—]

Aren't you wanting to avoid dirt? Either you're hoping I'll carry you or you forgot your shoes. [He won't carry him, not for this!!]

[His shoes are upstairs... Who wears shoes with their pajamas? That's weird.]

Can ya keep it to the grass? I'm not gonna stomp around in the dirt for ya.

So walking on the grass is fine?

[What a weirdo... Jae-Ha laughs, leading them down the steps of the porch and onto the grass. Alright. They'll walk around on this.]

The night still feels young. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I tried.

[Grass isn't straight up dirt, it's fine. He's perfectly content to walk around in the grass barefoot, apparently... don't question it.]

Well, I'll believe that. All this time and I've only seen ya tired once.

[all this, like, week and a half.]

Exhaustion isn't beautiful.

[So he hides it, probably. Most of the time he can deal with little sleep, anyway. He's just going to walk along, adjusting his pace to be sure he's arm and arm with Hazel, and looking at the moon.]

From how you've answered my messages, you don't seem to get much sleep, either.

[Wow... That's silly. Hazel laughs at him for it, because it's silly, but it's only a short laugh.]

I don't much. It's somethin' I've grown used to.

[And here he is, making it worse... Woops. That's kind of sad. He can't even ask him why, or about himself, because it feels awkward not having anything to share back. Hmm.]

Look, the dragon looks nice there, doesn't it? [He stops his walking just enough to point over at the garden. Sure enough, he's set the dragon up like some sort of little guardian.]

[What, Jae-Ha doesn't want to hear about childhood trauma nightmares?? That's cool, he's probably seemed disproportionately upset enough times today already.

Looking over there at the dragon... That's the dumbest thing he's ever seen. Cute.]

Ya came back out here to put it up? [nerd] I reckon it's as good there as anywhere.

How could I leave it where it was?

[He had to take care of it. He stands there with Hazel admiring the garden for another minute or so before his hand brushes against his arm to encourage him to keep walking with him.]

You enjoy reading?

[It was fine in a random spot in the yard, wasn't it?? But yes, let's move on.]

I know I don't seem like the type, but I used to spend my days studyin' more than anythin' else. It's powerfully annoyin' here, havin' trouble with the words.

I can only imagine that would be frustrating.

[It's frustrating for him and he doesn't even really read that much. Except for his nightly googles.] The language you recognize is the one that was printed on your shirt earlier, right?

[At least the phones have autocorrect and he can seem literate. That's great.]

That's the one. It's English. Still, don't worry about what it said...

I wasn't going to until you said something like that, you know.

[The more Hazel insists, the more he'll want to know... But alright. He thinks he can recognize this "English" enough to find him some English books some time! Maybe! His surprise.]

Would you know I found a language I recognized just earlier today? Korean, it seems.

[Whoa, what's this, a clue about his ye olde past?? Hazel looks at him, like looking at him with Korean in mind will make it fall into place better, but he doesn't know anything about Korea... It's there?]

Can ya read it all?

I'm not so sure... Most of it, at least? It's vaguely familiar, like most of the things I can only assume are related to my past.

[Weird, right?? He folds his arms in front of his chest loosely.]

[That's weird... but it's something.]

I'll find ya a gardenin' book in the proper language. We'll get to the bottom of that sunflower mystery.

Sunflower mystery...

[That's cute. His footsteps slow as he finds a nice spot and sits down, legs crossed. He pats the spot next to him for Hazel.]

If you're that curious, I could look it up on my phone.

[Oh, he's going to use the google machine? Hazel will definitely sit down in the grass to witness this.]

I'm truly dyin' to know.

[Great!! He pulls out his phone now, his hands only the slightest bit clumsy in how he lights the screen up. Hazel can witness how he types like an old man, now. He feels the need to type the w's in the url, going to google's website rather than typing in the bar itself.

On top of that, he forms a full question with proper grammar in google's search bar. Every typo has to be erased with careful taps of his index finger. He's searching.]

I'm a bit curious, myself.

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