[Once he's clocked off from selling his veggies, Kojuro finally decides to go and enjoy the festival like a normal human being. He...Is wearing a yukata most improperly, but figures that it's inoffensive enough that he can get away with it. Look, I make the rules, not him. He's already done a quick sweep of the food stalls and come away with a candy apple, and...
Well, it'd be a tragedy if he didn't go for something even he's familiar with.
Unfortunately for whoever's running the goldfish scooping stall, Kojuro is a man with nigh-endless patience and steady hands; although his scoop does indeed break a few times, he's going to get a whole bag full of goldfish at this rate. Maybe he can start a pond! Oooh, that'd be nice. ...Someone stop him from raiding the goldfish stand though or no one else will get a go, damn.]
F. That's a magical horse right there.
[Magic ponies aside though, it doesn't take a genius to appreciate the hard work put into pyrotechnics of this scale and skill. Kojuro's huddled up on a bench, goldfish between his knees as he crunches on his candy apple and simply watches.
God, he's homesick. This is all nice, but he's homesick already, and it's written clear on his face when it's lit up by each flash of coloured light.]
...Should have bought sake. [That might make this a little less painfully nostalgic, and a little more warm and beautiful.]
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[Once he's clocked off from selling his veggies, Kojuro finally decides to go and enjoy the festival like a normal human being. He...Is wearing a yukata most improperly, but figures that it's inoffensive enough that he can get away with it. Look, I make the rules, not him. He's already done a quick sweep of the food stalls and come away with a candy apple, and...
Well, it'd be a tragedy if he didn't go for something even he's familiar with.
Unfortunately for whoever's running the goldfish scooping stall, Kojuro is a man with nigh-endless patience and steady hands; although his scoop does indeed break a few times, he's going to get a whole bag full of goldfish at this rate. Maybe he can start a pond! Oooh, that'd be nice. ...Someone stop him from raiding the goldfish stand though or no one else will get a go, damn.]
F. That's a magical horse right there.
[Magic ponies aside though, it doesn't take a genius to appreciate the hard work put into pyrotechnics of this scale and skill. Kojuro's huddled up on a bench, goldfish between his knees as he crunches on his candy apple and simply watches.
God, he's homesick. This is all nice, but he's homesick already, and it's written clear on his face when it's lit up by each flash of coloured light.]
...Should have bought sake. [That might make this a little less painfully nostalgic, and a little more warm and beautiful.]