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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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. ]