[ he's honest when he speaks, it was given to so that he could feel closer to those that comes to and from this place. due to how weak he is, those that know him well find that allowing him to frequent a place where he can feel closer to god will help him some, but he is no different from a caged rat.
he knows every location, he can find every dead end and wonder if it'd ever change— it doesn't, but he doesn't dare complain about that either. this was made for him out of love and good will, that's what he's told all the time, a star should remain in space. this place is his space. ]
......Those that visit may let me listen to their worries, or I can offer them words to revitalize their spirits. There are other things, like what you've brought with you. Sometimes I must get rid of things so individuals are not plagued in the future.
[ he believes that luocha will be fine from how hatsutori perceives him, but it's better safe than sorry. slowly hatsutori pushes himself up off the pew, and with his arms behind his back, he begins to lead the other out through the exit of where he arrived so they can walk around the building towards the back.
as they come upon the garden, they'll have to walk underneath an arch covered in vines upon a rocky path. the leaves within the arch's tunnel allows the sunlight to filter in, the shadow and sunrays dancing along their person and the ground until they come out on the other side to a location filled with flora: trees, shrubs, flower buds of all kinds have made their home in this rather large area. there's no ceiling covering the top of the garden, but around the parameter are bushes in the form of walls to keep in the flowers, and out the trespassers.
in the center of everything is both a small bench for then to sit if interested, and a well in the center to pull water from.
it's when hatsutori takes a step off the gravel onto the grass that the area springs to life, the flower buds curling open, the limb of trees expanding, and their leaves growing. the hedges offer them something too, white roses peeking out from the inside to welcome them both. ]
You may sit if you wish, and I'll take the gloves afterwards.
it's always a good time for a frog lbr. new church pr idea: jesus-themed frogs
I understand, then. Your consideration is quite appreciated, sir...it will be an honor, too, to observe the work of a divine one within his domain.
[Well, for at least one definition of domain, hm? Recalling Hatsutori's admission that he isn't often allowed to move freely, back during the course of their first conversation, Luocha indeed wonders now if this is where the man is normally relegated. ...There are worse cages, to be sure--but elegant guilding doesn't change the term for the container.
Either way. Aloud, Luocha's words are thoughtfully neutral, quiet in prudence to the remaining people praying among the pews, as he follows Hatsutori back out the front doors. Around the building, and to the enclosed space of...ah, a garden indeed, isn't this?
Flowers and leaves spring open the moment Hatsutori steps upon the grass. Objecticely, a lovely and wondrous sight....and it's also one, that--prompts the slightest pause, in Luocha's own steps. A reaction both to the power evidently exerted here once again--and how very familiar this particular instance happens to be, manifesting like this. Blooms abundant....
Merely a moment's lapse, of course. With a breath taken, slightly tensed nerves settle, and he follows Hatsutori the rest of the way to the bench.]
...Thank you. I think I will sit, yes. Here... [Settling onto the bench, Luocha places the bag into Hatsutori's hands when the latter seems ready to receive it. Then, his glance settles upon his face, studying Hatsutori's features with a fairly open curiosity.]
Will this process result in the gloves being destroyed, I wonder? Rest assured, if so, I would not mind it.
looked up frogs in the bible and saw they were used for evil but we can workshop this
[ from where luocha sits, he can see how far the limbs of the trees outstretch here, how apples hang in various colors waiting to be picked, and the sunlight that filters between the leaves to cast patterns along the grass. there's a short breeze that passes through, various scents of flowers merge together to tickle under their noses, just a little sweet, and some of the flora sways left to right in the wind. ]
You are right, I'll be destroying them.
[ the other is smart and aware, but it's not like hatsutori never said he wasn't going to get rid of them. besides, his request for him to bring what his gloves are made out of is to weave a new pair, and that's only doable if he has a starting point. god used his surroundings to make men and women, of course, as his son, hatsutori would be able to do the same thing. ]
......If I was not as clumsy, it could have been avoided.
[ upon his face, luocha can see the area has already cleared up where hatsutori bumped his head just like in the image. there's also a warm smile on his face as he seems a bit sheepish that he managed to even cause this to happen in the first place. he squats down, slowly opening the bag to check on the material that's inside, and what he searches for first is where the gloves are. they're a bit weighty from being soaked, but that's fine, hatsutori holds the bag up in front of him to "look" at the design despite his eyes still closed. ]
But with you here, it does allow me to act with your discretion. Is there a flower that you prefer?
[ their trip to the garden did have meaning then, a purpose, as he turns his head towards the other to await his answer. ]
Here, I have tended to different kinds... it'll be useful in making your new set.
omg...ok well. first of all we dip them in some holy water. cleanse the evil...IT COULD STILL WORK--
Hmm, and perhaps it also could have been avoided if we hadn't gone on that outing in the first place...or if we'd never met at all, for that matter. But such hypotheticals remain behind us--and, besides, a pair of gloves is a small price paid for the experience. I truly do not mind this.
[The warm and sheepish smile is returned with a mild one of Luocha's own; this, at least, is a genuine sort of sentiment. ...Otherwise, Hatsutori really doesn't seem any worse for wear in the least after the previous night's mild injury--as if none of that had ever transpired at all anyhow. Just as it'd seemed in the picture. He watches attentively as the gloves are examined, but the question earns a faintly startled sort of blink. Of all the things he'd been expecting, it hadn't been quite this, all told...]
Making a new set? I had been prepared to simply purchase another pair at a later date, of course...but, that would be especially generous of you. That is...also rather interesting, I will admit. I have never heard of flowers being involved in the tailoring of gloves as a general rule, but... [Well, he does rather suspect that Hatsutori is about to pull a feat rather beyond the bounds of standard tailoring here. Trailing off with some thought, Luocha casts his glance all about the lovely gleaming of the garden about them--as immaculate a place as something out of a picture book. The fruit upon the tree, the colors in the flowerbeds. ...At any rate. To the actual question at hand, there's only one answer he could give anyhow:] Are white irises included, among the flowers you've grown?
luocha and hatsutori could start a church and cast a miracle that frogs are amphibian angels
Our meeting was God's will, something determined a long time ago that was meant to happen.
[ the same could be said about hatsutori's clumsiness, but their meeting came to fruition because he decided to leave from where he was supposed to be. it was his choice to stray, so what was he given in return for his actions? a bump on the head that isn't there anymore, but also a pair of gloves that remind him he should be more careful. ]
They are not... [ needed, really this is a choice of his. ] all I need is what your gloves are made of, but I thought something a little extra, a gift from me, could be nice.
[ the general rule of creation means hatsutori cannot make things out of the blue, but if he has a starting point then it's all in his power. he doesn't have to do this, but he wants to, it's part of his own will and maybe a small "thank you" to the other for taking care of him like he did, and being so concerned. hatsutori is the type to love attention and while it isn't easy to tell, the act of giving a small gift to the other just seems like something he'd do because it's him. ]
They symbolize faith, hope... sympathy, yes... they can be found around here, we need a proper bed to raise them in.
[ he turns his head left and right in search of where they could be planted, he comes to a pause before turning the other direction. ]
You may choose that as well.
[ hopefully luocha doesn't mind a little gardening... ]
golden end for them both tbh, the joint beginning of the church of latter-day frogs.........
[Something softens just a bit in Luocha's smile--maybe on account of the mention of a little extra gift, and maybe on account of the meaning that's recited easily, where the traits of white irises might be concerned. When he nods it's in response to both those things, at any rate.]
Then, if it is a gift entirely of your own volition...receiving such would be quite the honor indeed. [He might have only just sat down, granted, but the direction things seem to be moving now is rather just too interesting for sitting and passively watching; as Hatsutori scans the flowerbeds around them, Luocha slowly rises to his own feet, and drifts to stand beside the man, following the turn of his head to the beds in question and humming in curiosity.] As I recall, irises favor more sun than not, and soil that drains well, as they require more water than average...soil acidity is a lesser factor, since they're adaptive to such things. ..."To raise them"...we'll be growing them now?
[Seems he's familiar with gardening, at the least, if that little flower-based infodump just there is anything to go by whoops--]
you know that tiktok about the frog army that can be them but frog apostles
[ hatsutori's knowledge is here and there, but he's grown enough to understand that needing direct sunlight is preferable to some plants, and to others a death sentence. he scans the area once more, then lifts his head towards the sky to get an idea of how the sun peeks through what it can. he takes a few steps past the bench, following the carpet of sunlight until he kneels down in a specific area where he believes the path of grass is the warmest. his hands settle against the spot for a moment, then turns towards luocha for the other to come closer. ]
Do you believe this place will work?
[ as for the water, there is that well, so all he would have to do ensure water comes from it to here in a timely fashion. it can be done, he knows this, but it's not like they actually need that sort of time, rather this is more of an activity for them considering he's asked the other to come this far. ]
......If we grow them naturally, then it'll take awhile to have your gloves. We can skip half of the process too, but...
[ his hands swipe against the grass slowly, the greenery receding as pure soil appears in place of where he's touched. he pulls his hand away wondering if he should remove a little more, but once against he sweeps his hands back over the area, and grass begins to regrow back in the area, fresh and lively in case luocha changes his mind. ]
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i spat at that image im crying, would you like a frog in this trying time
[ he's honest when he speaks, it was given to so that he could feel closer to those that comes to and from this place. due to how weak he is, those that know him well find that allowing him to frequent a place where he can feel closer to god will help him some, but he is no different from a caged rat.
he knows every location, he can find every dead end and wonder if it'd ever change— it doesn't, but he doesn't dare complain about that either. this was made for him out of love and good will, that's what he's told all the time, a star should remain in space. this place is his space. ]
......Those that visit may let me listen to their worries, or I can offer them words to revitalize their spirits. There are other things, like what you've brought with you. Sometimes I must get rid of things so individuals are not plagued in the future.
[ he believes that luocha will be fine from how hatsutori perceives him, but it's better safe than sorry. slowly hatsutori pushes himself up off the pew, and with his arms behind his back, he begins to lead the other out through the exit of where he arrived so they can walk around the building towards the back.
as they come upon the garden, they'll have to walk underneath an arch covered in vines upon a rocky path. the leaves within the arch's tunnel allows the sunlight to filter in, the shadow and sunrays dancing along their person and the ground until they come out on the other side to a location filled with flora: trees, shrubs, flower buds of all kinds have made their home in this rather large area. there's no ceiling covering the top of the garden, but around the parameter are bushes in the form of walls to keep in the flowers, and out the trespassers.
in the center of everything is both a small bench for then to sit if interested, and a well in the center to pull water from.
it's when hatsutori takes a step off the gravel onto the grass that the area springs to life, the flower buds curling open, the limb of trees expanding, and their leaves growing. the hedges offer them something too, white roses peeking out from the inside to welcome them both. ]
You may sit if you wish, and I'll take the gloves afterwards.
it's always a good time for a frog lbr. new church pr idea: jesus-themed frogs
[Well, for at least one definition of domain, hm? Recalling Hatsutori's admission that he isn't often allowed to move freely, back during the course of their first conversation, Luocha indeed wonders now if this is where the man is normally relegated. ...There are worse cages, to be sure--but elegant guilding doesn't change the term for the container.
Either way. Aloud, Luocha's words are thoughtfully neutral, quiet in prudence to the remaining people praying among the pews, as he follows Hatsutori back out the front doors. Around the building, and to the enclosed space of...ah, a garden indeed, isn't this?
Flowers and leaves spring open the moment Hatsutori steps upon the grass. Objecticely, a lovely and wondrous sight....and it's also one, that--prompts the slightest pause, in Luocha's own steps. A reaction both to the power evidently exerted here once again--and how very familiar this particular instance happens to be, manifesting like this. Blooms abundant....
Merely a moment's lapse, of course. With a breath taken, slightly tensed nerves settle, and he follows Hatsutori the rest of the way to the bench.]
...Thank you. I think I will sit, yes. Here... [Settling onto the bench, Luocha places the bag into Hatsutori's hands when the latter seems ready to receive it. Then, his glance settles upon his face, studying Hatsutori's features with a fairly open curiosity.]
Will this process result in the gloves being destroyed, I wonder? Rest assured, if so, I would not mind it.
looked up frogs in the bible and saw they were used for evil but we can workshop this
You are right, I'll be destroying them.
[ the other is smart and aware, but it's not like hatsutori never said he wasn't going to get rid of them. besides, his request for him to bring what his gloves are made out of is to weave a new pair, and that's only doable if he has a starting point. god used his surroundings to make men and women, of course, as his son, hatsutori would be able to do the same thing. ]
......If I was not as clumsy, it could have been avoided.
[ upon his face, luocha can see the area has already cleared up where hatsutori bumped his head just like in the image. there's also a warm smile on his face as he seems a bit sheepish that he managed to even cause this to happen in the first place. he squats down, slowly opening the bag to check on the material that's inside, and what he searches for first is where the gloves are. they're a bit weighty from being soaked, but that's fine, hatsutori holds the bag up in front of him to "look" at the design despite his eyes still closed. ]
But with you here, it does allow me to act with your discretion. Is there a flower that you prefer?
[ their trip to the garden did have meaning then, a purpose, as he turns his head towards the other to await his answer. ]
Here, I have tended to different kinds... it'll be useful in making your new set.
omg...ok well. first of all we dip them in some holy water. cleanse the evil...IT COULD STILL WORK--
[The warm and sheepish smile is returned with a mild one of Luocha's own; this, at least, is a genuine sort of sentiment. ...Otherwise, Hatsutori really doesn't seem any worse for wear in the least after the previous night's mild injury--as if none of that had ever transpired at all anyhow. Just as it'd seemed in the picture. He watches attentively as the gloves are examined, but the question earns a faintly startled sort of blink. Of all the things he'd been expecting, it hadn't been quite this, all told...]
Making a new set? I had been prepared to simply purchase another pair at a later date, of course...but, that would be especially generous of you. That is...also rather interesting, I will admit. I have never heard of flowers being involved in the tailoring of gloves as a general rule, but... [Well, he does rather suspect that Hatsutori is about to pull a feat rather beyond the bounds of standard tailoring here. Trailing off with some thought, Luocha casts his glance all about the lovely gleaming of the garden about them--as immaculate a place as something out of a picture book. The fruit upon the tree, the colors in the flowerbeds. ...At any rate. To the actual question at hand, there's only one answer he could give anyhow:] Are white irises included, among the flowers you've grown?
luocha and hatsutori could start a church and cast a miracle that frogs are amphibian angels
[ the same could be said about hatsutori's clumsiness, but their meeting came to fruition because he decided to leave from where he was supposed to be. it was his choice to stray, so what was he given in return for his actions? a bump on the head that isn't there anymore, but also a pair of gloves that remind him he should be more careful. ]
They are not... [ needed, really this is a choice of his. ] all I need is what your gloves are made of, but I thought something a little extra, a gift from me, could be nice.
[ the general rule of creation means hatsutori cannot make things out of the blue, but if he has a starting point then it's all in his power. he doesn't have to do this, but he wants to, it's part of his own will and maybe a small "thank you" to the other for taking care of him like he did, and being so concerned. hatsutori is the type to love attention and while it isn't easy to tell, the act of giving a small gift to the other just seems like something he'd do because it's him. ]
They symbolize faith, hope... sympathy, yes... they can be found around here, we need a proper bed to raise them in.
[ he turns his head left and right in search of where they could be planted, he comes to a pause before turning the other direction. ]
You may choose that as well.
[ hopefully luocha doesn't mind a little gardening... ]
golden end for them both tbh, the joint beginning of the church of latter-day frogs.........
Then, if it is a gift entirely of your own volition...receiving such would be quite the honor indeed. [He might have only just sat down, granted, but the direction things seem to be moving now is rather just too interesting for sitting and passively watching; as Hatsutori scans the flowerbeds around them, Luocha slowly rises to his own feet, and drifts to stand beside the man, following the turn of his head to the beds in question and humming in curiosity.] As I recall, irises favor more sun than not, and soil that drains well, as they require more water than average...soil acidity is a lesser factor, since they're adaptive to such things. ..."To raise them"...we'll be growing them now?
[Seems he's familiar with gardening, at the least, if that little flower-based infodump just there is anything to go by whoops--]
you know that tiktok about the frog army that can be them but frog apostles
Do you believe this place will work?
[ as for the water, there is that well, so all he would have to do ensure water comes from it to here in a timely fashion. it can be done, he knows this, but it's not like they actually need that sort of time, rather this is more of an activity for them considering he's asked the other to come this far. ]
......If we grow them naturally, then it'll take awhile to have your gloves. We can skip half of the process too, but...
[ his hands swipe against the grass slowly, the greenery receding as pure soil appears in place of where he's touched. he pulls his hand away wondering if he should remove a little more, but once against he sweeps his hands back over the area, and grass begins to regrow back in the area, fresh and lively in case luocha changes his mind. ]
How else will I be able to get you to return?
[ he's only joking. ]