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[coughcoughshank.livejournal.com]

[From the looks of it, Souji has just finished some practice - the bokuto are put away neatly, but he hasn't bothered getting changed yet. He's sitting out on the porch, still wearing his hakama and gi, hair tied up off his neck. He fans himself with one hand - it's a bit hot today for training, but he didn't want to waste a string of good days just because the weather was uncooperative.

Come bother him?]

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[notpissedoff]

[Susumu has no orders to carry out today, which means he has nowhere to be. Which means a day of being pestered by a certain bratty red-haired page who doesn't understand the concept of staying out of other people's rooms unless invited in. It isn't that he minds the brat's company - in small doses. But an entire day of it is too much for him to deal with. Thus, he has taken refuge on the roof of the training hall, where he has been sitting silently for the past couple of hours, so far undiscovered.]

[Things seem quiet around the base now, though. In this heat, most people have retreated inside, out of the sun. Hoping that he's in the clear for awhile, Susumu hops lightly down from the roof, landing in a crouch on the ground a short distance away from Souji. As he stands, he nods to the other in greeting.]

[paintedkoi.livejournal.com]

[Her kimono were messy, certainly not what one might expect from a woman out wandering alone. She walks slowly, with a cane in hand, but she knows she will reach what had being called to her soon.

Plain sandals on her feet, she carefully prods at the ground before her, and then turns to him. She raises a hand in greeting, bowing her head slightly and looking at him with eyes that were filmed over, like a dead fish's.]

Hello.