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[ Somewhere around town-- at the bookstore, the Tomoe-Kaname Bakery, attached to posts and notice boards --you find a small white notecard. On it is printed a little message and some numbers in ornate lettering. If you look closely, it reads the following: ]

Rohan Kishibe, Mangaka & Visual Artist
Owner Pro Tempore of Ebony Threads Tailor Shop
Highly Experienced.
Commissions & Advertising For Hire
Pay Negotiable.
Contact At: 512.66.730.91 for inquiries
Castle Lüvchaque - Directly North of Bavan per appointment ONLY.

(( feel free to use this as an action-based prompt too. any random interactions will MOST LIKELY take place in the form of walk-ins at the tailor shop unless it's pre-planned. just drop a starter in here! ))

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[ He may want to lose the shades because the store itself lives up to its name. Most of it is done up in black-lacquered wood from the ceiling to the beams in the walls to the desk and the doors. Black curtains frame the windows and a door leading to the back room. Karamatsu will see the storefront's centerpiece hanging on its closest vanity wall directly across from the door-- a three-canvas sectioned painting whose deep reds and mellow ivories prompt the eye to look around. Should he look around, he will find even more paintings that are either up on the walls or settled under where they are going to be hung eventually. Mostly of monsters, some of scenery. Willowy nymphs, flying harpies, sparkling gargoyles. Dozens of paintings. There are two in particular which are settled near the front desk like bookends.

The first is a merwoman with long black hair and inky gray scales resembling the piebald pattern of a koi fish. She is clearly moving in the water and even in the stillness of the canvas, the lines that make her up from head to tail give the illusion of grace which grab the viewer once their eyes meet her face and her eyes that appear to have flecks of actual gold in them. The painting on the other side is a massive gargoyle in mid-leap from a rooftop. Unlike the mermaid, his scales are a brilliant purple shining in what light catches from through the storefront window. Smoke billows from the corners of his mouth like a handful of cigarettes escaping all at once, claws kicking up shingles and embers in their wake. His eyes are accentuated too. An unexpectedly clear, sea blue cyan that do not look like they should pair with a purple and black color scheme. ]

One second... [ Rohan calls from the back room. Everyone seems to catch him when he's in the back moving shit around or taking a nap. It's irritating. He emerges as he always does, the yellow glow around his bright green eyes flickering on and then off like nightlights. He interrupted Nap Time. All forty feet of him slither away from the curtain covering that door and his black and white convicts' stripes more than fit the scene. He has forgone his usual jade lipstick in favor of sticking with his naturally black lips to match his eyes rimmed thick with black eyeliner and gray shadow reaching his eyebrows. He looks more like a model than someone who should be running the place, decked out in luxurious gold chains and a top of his own creation.

In his black, clawed hand, he holds a glass jar filled with a dark, thick, frothy liquid. ]

Ah, so that's you. Matsuno. Welcome to Ebony Threads. [ He ghosts across the room to the desk and plucks up one of his business cards, holding it out in his fingers. ]

Rohan Kishibe. It's a pleasure to meet you. I hope the reputation you claimed holds water. [ He is v e r y much looking down his nose at him, tossing his superior air up as high as he can. ]

It's a small shop so I do not need more than a couple of people working here.

Tell me... About yourself.

[Lose the shades he does; he ends up pulling them off, moving to hook them in the collar of his tank-top so he can more easily glance over the various paintings that are all around him as he waits for Rohan to appear. He's never seen anything like the pieces that he has in his gallery, particularly the two near the front that somehow seem to stand out more than the rest. He's not much of an artist himself, exactly, but he can tell that a lot of passion and work went into them.

It...actually makes him a little more anxious about who he is about to meet, and when he hears Rohan calling he almost immediately stands up a bit straighter, his claws flying to his bangs to straighten them across his forehead before they return to his pockets.

Karamatsu really isn't ready for Rohan when he does finally approach, and it takes every last ounce of his willpower that he has not to turn and try to leave. He thought meeting an Arachne was frightening, but seeing him- all of him- approaching with a combination of a predatory aura an an air of completely owning the place makes Karamatsu want to jump out the window.

At the same time, he finds himself completely enamored with him as well. He always gushed about Gargoyles and how regal he thought they were, but this guy...he's something else entirely. From his fashion (which is completely flawless in Karamatsu's opinion) to accessories to the very patterns that mark his snake body, he is clearly someone who holds himself to very, very high standards. Something Karamatsu both fears and appreciates.

To put it simply, he is way out of his league. But there is no turning back, and when he reaches up to carefully take the card, it's automatic. He holds it tightly between his claws to cease their shaking, managing what he hopes is a friendly smile as he looks up at Rohan, trying to put together what he is going to say.

It's a bit ironic that Karamatsu, of all people, is stumbling on his words when he never usually runs out of things to say about himself.]

Well...to put it simply, I am a man of passion.

[But when he does, it's destined to go about as well as you'd expect from the painful man himself.]

I live my life at the whims of nature herself...I do not tie myself down to plans or specifics. To do so would be to allow my natural beauty to be stifled...the creativity and heart that I pour into everything that I do.

[He clenches his fist lightly around the card he's still holding, looking up at some vague point of the ceiling, as if looking off to an unseen horizon.]

A man like me is suitable for your purposes because I am not afraid to let that passion shine. I am not ashamed of who I am! I am willing to bare everything for the world to see, if it means that- for just one, brief moment- humanity will see me for the bright...shining star that I am.

[A star who is decked out in a leather jacket with a skull on the back, jeans (no boots), and a blue tank-top that has his own face printed on the front.

That is him.]

[ Hoooooooo boy.

HOOOOOOOO BOY...

In spite of Karamatsu's friendly smile and how he spins out his monologue, Rohan's eyebrows stay level and his lips are pursed to where their corners are sinking into a frown. He brings the jar to his lips for a sip... ]

For one thing, cut the bullshit. I don't swallow up preening and boasting in place of a resume.

Of which I know you do not have on you. [ He comes off nicer in text. In practice, he's a lot more shrewd and pointed. ] Letting your passion shine is one thing but executing the art is another.

I don't play that game here. [ He flicks his hand to the paintings. ] Do I look like I play games?

[...literally all Karamatsu can do for a long, long moment is just stand there in the same exact position he'd adopted while he was talking, as if Rohan's words were enough to freeze him completely in place.

Whatever sort of response he was expecting, he didn't think just a few simply uttered words would be enough to cause ice to drop into the pit of his stomach so immediately. He's heard a lot of things, of course, but the way Rohan speaks is chilling in a way he can't quite describe.]

[His confidence withers both silently and visibly in a way he can't completely hide, his mouth open and gaping for just a moment more before he quickly shuts it and brings his arm back to his side. On the outside he's trying not to panic, and on the inside he's trying not to just. Die.

He takes a short, small step back to put a little bit of distance between them before quickly bowing his head to Rohan, staring pointedly at the floor between his clawed toes for a moment.]

O-of course not. My apologies.

[ That's better.

Putting people in their place sure feels good. ]

I'm just being honest with you as a possible employer. My work is serious. I intend to have it remain that way. [ Another sip of his smoothie and he sighs. ] I asked you to come here because you told me that you have a talent. I believe it.

[ He thumps his tail against the floor, signaling Karamatsu to look up. ]

Stop cowering and tell me why I should hire you. You told me in text what you have to offer me. Sell yourself through telling me again in a way that isn't like you are auditioning for a television show.

[ rohan you need to understand he is a NEET ]

If you cannot be level with me, you do not deserve to work for me.

[See, herein lies Karamatsu's problem. He's only comfortable when he's wearing the mask of theatrics. He's not good at being himself because "himself" is something that most people hate anyway. So he puts on an act that turns out even worse in his desperate attempts to be liked, and it's clear that Rohan isn't going to buy it.

Karamatsu jumps and looks up quickly, his antennae twitching nervously as his arms hang ramrod straight at his sides. Now that he thinks about it, this happened the last time he and his brothers went to a temp agency...he gushed about himself until the person he was speaking to got fed up with it and snapped, prompting him to put on a different face and meekly claim that he was searching for simple office work. They still got kicked out anyway, suffice it to say.

He bites the inside of his cheek to snap himself back to attention, standing up a bit straighter before he starts again.]

I do not have much...any work experience.

[At least he corrected himself from blurting "I have never worked a day in my life".

If nothing else, he's going to be honest.]

My experience is from creating ensembles for myself, usually when I do not have the money to purchase them or am not satisfied with what I do acquire. I will alter and add things until I have something I am proud to wear. I model all of my own clothing.

I d...do not have work experience, but I am willing to follow orders to the letter.

[Then, he says something that actually pains him to admit.]

While I do enjoy the thought of being able to work with something I enjoy if I absolutely have to...I need to work so my brother and I will have a place to live.

[ So.... He.... Doesn't actually have any work experience. That's

Unique. ]

That isn't the impression I received in your notice... [ Rohan thinks it over, thoroughly planning on rejecting this plea when something strikes him. He may only NEED alterations done since he isn't keeping floor stock. ] If you work for me, you will be helping create art. Art here is not about selling. It is about creating.

If there is anything that is important, it is having people feel good about their clothing and your work. If it is at first only the THOUGHT you enjoy, we must make LIKING your job a priority. Come, come... [ He turns, sweeping his heavy tail after him to descend into the back room behind the curtains.

Follow, Bugboi. ]

[Well. Creating art does sound very appealing to Karamatsu, that's for sure. Especially when it comes to clothing. That being said, he still fully expects for the Naga to kick him out and demand that he never waste his time again. At least then he'd be able to leave with a little shred of dignity, as well as...well, his life.

But that's not what happens. Actually, Rohan's already a couple feet ahead before he realizes that he's telling him to follow. Only then does he scramble to catch up, subconsciously giving his snake half a wide, respectful berth.

He wants to say something, but his tongue is tied. He's not sure if this means he has the job or what, but he's not about to question it. Instead he'll just follow him as instructed and hope that things go better than he's anticipating.]

[ The naga WANTS to kick him out. However, the naga also knows this is talent he cannot afford to lose.

Alternatively he could be leading him into the back to kill him and hang him up to bleed out. That's fine too. Fine and a completely viable option.

As he slithers through the door, the curtain is pushed back in one motion to drape over a small gold hook on the inside of the wall and remain open. The back is full of more paintings-- many of which are NOT complete but clearly headed in some direction. Bolts of cloth sit in neat, color-coordinated stacks on shelves and what might have been a converted bookcase. Mostly dark colors-- blacks, grays, deep violets, lavish reds, and forest greens. Cool colors give way to gold and silver and white. Sophisticated hues, not playful ones. Vibrant but in the regal way.

High Society colors. ]

I have one more room like this but this is where I will be working. It is a delicate balance of both of my jobs. [ He sweeps across to the table to pick up a sketchbook. He offers it out-- ] In here are concept designs and sketches. [ Most of the clothing in it being precisely what he might expect-- casual-looking suits, modern-inspired cocktail dresses, many of them appearing Asian-influenced. Flowy lines, very clean for mere concepts. ]

This is what we will be aiming for. I am not looking for anything showy. What do you feel is the most important thing about selling or making clothing, Matsuno?

[Well he sure doesn't feel intimidated at aaaall by what he's seeing in here. Totally not. He'd probably have more room to be impressed by it if he wasn't worried about his state of being, but that's neither here nor there.

Karamatsu blinks, taking the sketchbook carefully like something reverent, trying to be mindful of his claws as he looks through it. He feels a swell of relief when it appears to be of a style he's at least familiar with...nothing entirely too western, even though he's got a love for that style as well, clearly.

Again. So very far out of Karamatsu's league that he feels like he might faint on the spot, at least until he's asked another question.]

I feel...the most important thing is, ah...expressing one's self. I would want to make something that I would feel confident wearing as much as I would want to sell it for someone else to enjoy. Everything must have one's own...unique style.

[He feels like he's just babbling nervously at this point, but it's the truth. He just...he knows a lot of people hate the clothes he likes. He isn't stupid. So after seeing how high-brow all of THIS is, it really just...makes him wish he hadn't come.

There's a difference between expressing yourself and just taking pleasure in wearing some hideous things without shame.]

Good.

[ Pointed as his response may be, Rohan sounds satisfied. He lets him keep hold of the book, taking the time to make a full circle around the faerie fellow which he might not notice right away as being a complete ring around him with his tail-- think like a foot-trap in the woods that could hoist a person into a tree upside down. ]

That is why we will not have much in the area of floor stock. Nobody around here is made the same way. Nearly everything that will be made is going to be customized to the customer. Understand?

[ He leans over a little too close, looming at Karamatsu's shoulder to peer at the book. The glass in his hand is near his lips again. TOO CLOSE. As he sips, the contents of it begins to let its scent creep forth. First, the sweet, deep notes of rosemary and light lemon balm... Sweet melts into sweeter but not in the candied way. It's acidic. It's meat. It's death, my man. It looks like he's drinking ink from a mason jar, but that is not ink at all. ]

Given THAT information... [ His free finger taps at the side of Karamatsu's head. ] How quick are you with identifying the needs of a customer? What do you look at first?

What species are they? How tall? Do they transform? Are there extra appendages to account for? If they transform, WHICH form are you designing for?

Where do you start?

[He definitely doesn't notice, lacking in observance as well as being too distracted by everything else to see that the Naga's coils are around him now. Not that he's got the power (or willpower) to try and stop him anyway. He's also being distracted by a completely new thing: that smell. At first it's just overly sweet with the hints of rosemary and the like...but then that sweetness becomes cloying, and Karamatsu's stomach turns in such a violent way that he almost fumbles his grip on the book. He hadn't been paying the drink much attention, but now it's so near to him that he can't help but notice it...

And it isn't until Rohan starts speaking again that it hits him just exactly what that smell is. A smell you catch from unfortunate roadkill when you're walking down the street and have to hurry to get past.

Death.

Karamatsu actually jumps at the taps against his head, and he starts hearing Rohan's question a beat too late around the words "what species". Or, questions rather, because good lord.

His mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish before he manages to blurt, trying his damn hardest not to breathe through his nose.]

S-species. I would look at what species they are a-and go from there.

[ It isn't clear whether or not Rohan is deliberately trying to scare the poor thing out of his skin. His voice is smooth and low, taking on foreboding veil of impending dread as he floats from one subject to the next. He drops his hand and sets it on the other fellow's shoulder. ]

Also good. You cannot start anything until you have the cursory information you can see with your eyes first. You begin with what you see. After that, you dig deeper. [ A beat. He shifts back and does another loop around Karamatsu for one more almost-complete circle of his coils around his feet. He motions to a painting near the wall. A gingery raccoon werebear. ]

Consider: When I paint, the first thing I do when I have a model in front of me is that I do not ask them to pose or stand still. I ask them to walk around the room. I want them to look and utilize the space I give them in my work area. The only way you can truly piece someone or something together is to watch it very, very carefully. Making things up causes inaccuracies.

Inaccuracies cause errors.

[ His front end tips forward so that he may look Karamatsu in the eyes. Big, green eyes which may cause a slight tingling sensation in his extremities if he stares into them for too long. ]

Those two things are unacceptable. Do you understand?

[If there is something that Karamatsu is learning right away, it's that this is not a first job kind of job. For him, he's not sure it's a kind of job period. But he seems to be at least answering things in a way that Rohan is pleased with, so.

Fake it until you make it, he guesses.

Now he's starting to really notice the coils, though. It causes him to shift a bit on his feet, drawing them closer together as if that will save him if Rohan decides to pull his body taught and squeeze the life out of him for answering incorrectly. So he distracts himself by following the gesture of his hand, a little surprised to see a painting of Wendy where Rohan points.

Of course, that only lasts so long until Rohan's capturing his gaze with a sharp look of his own. Karamatsu, being the...person he is absolutely looks on for a moment too long, but not long enough to be literally petrified, thankfully.

He looks away and nods curtly.]

Yes, Kishibe-san.

[ He understands the need to look away and straightens up once more. Reaching, he plucks the book back up and pulls it into himself, pages first. He pulls a pen seemingly out of nowhere and flips to a new page. ]

Go on now. Look around. Do you want to go see the paintings in the storefront again? [ His chin jerks toward the door. ] Let me show them to you. [ They are headed now in the reverse direction and back through the door. Karamatsu better be careful because he will trip like Hell over that tail if he isn't paying attention.

Rohan may have ASKED if he wanted to go look, but he is certainly going out there himself knowing damn well the faerie guy is going to follow him like the pied piper. ]

I sell my work for very little money. My models can walk off with their completed pieces for nothing as long as they enjoy it. I cannot have that same philosophy in this shop and keep it afloat BUT I can offer the ability to have them feel and look worth more than what they pulled out of their pockets.

Is there anything in here that catches your eye? [ He's not asking as a sales pitch, honestly. The manticores, the goblins, the gargoyles, and mermaids-- they are all lively and ready to jump out of their frames. He wants him to look and ask questions.

Rohan wants to observe. ]

Don't be shy.

[With choosing Karamatsu as an employee, Rohan will have more opportunities than he wants to see just how pathetic he really is. Though he's got enough confidence and an ego to fill a football stadium, he's very inexperienced when it comes to any and all labor. He's nervous under pressure but tries not to let it show because he can't, he has to be calm, cool, and collected at all times.

It makes the way he promptly trips over the end of Rohan's tail much more comical when it happens, his arms thrown out to his sides as he jumps, staggers, and somehow manages to catch himself before he eats shit right there on the floor. It's not at all graceful though, whether Rohan chooses to even bother with looking to see what happened or not.

And naturally he follows once he's recollected himself, back through to the front of the store where the paintings are. He feels a bit more comfortable now that there's space between him and the Naga again, no longer surrounded by coils (completely, anyway) or trapped in the sickeningly sweet scent of whatever in god's name is in that glass of his. He was asked to look around, so that's what he'll do. Walking carefully to avoid tripping again, his claws clicking audibly against the floor.

He slows to a near stop when he reaches those paintings on the book ends again, the tips of his antennae twitching as one in particular stands out.]

This one looks more like a photograph than a painting. It is...so realistic.

[Karamatsu turns to look at Rohan over his shoulder, stepping back just enough so he'll see that he's looking at the painting of that purple gargoyle. Of course he'd pick the gargoyle.]

You know, I...I was quite hoping I would become a Gargoyle, if anything...

[He lifts his claws to play with his fringe a bit, allowing himself a slight smirk.]

The ones I have met seem to be noble creatures. I have been helped by them considerably.

[Not that he figures Rohan cares but...he can't help but mention that.]

[ Rohan left his now empty glass of people juice in the back to maybe be refilled later if he can be assed to do it. There is too much to do, like carefully watch his prospective employee and jot something down in the book as he moves.

Of course he points out the gargoyle over the desk. Of course. ]

Gargoyles are my favorite. [ He tells him with a nod, eyes only flicking up to look at the painting in question. He does love that one. He loves it so much he hid it in the house for like a month until he could move it. ] I know several. All of them have distinct looks about them. Reptilian diversity holds true from monster to monster. They all have a knack for being the kind you want to stay on the good side of. They are also incredibly convenient heat sources.

[ Rohan makes a little gesture at the painting. ] That one in the painting is my roommate.

Lovely, isn't it?

[ The painting. It being the painting. ] It's one of my best works works in Ryslif to-date. [ Oh. ] It isn't for sale either.

[No worries there for he has no money. Probably like...just a handful of silver left for food and that's about all. The money Mahiru gave him out of pity did not go far, and it's hard to panhandle when you've got antennae and claws.

He can't help but be surprised at first by Rohan's admission, but somehow it fits. He could see him being friends with a Gargoyle. Sleek, terrifying grace matched by bulky, powerful regality. Or so Karamatsu's own mind says.]

It is lovely.

[Karamatsu agrees, letting his claws hang at his sides as he starts moving again, letting his gaze pass over the rest of the paintings hanging elsewhere. Between creating the designs and actually making them, Karamatsu still holds a lot of admiration for what Rohan has shown him he can do. Fearful admiration, yes, but admiration nonetheless.]

They are all lovely, actually. I have honestly never seen paintings so vibrant as these.

[Is he sucking up a little? Maybe a little, tiiny bit, but it's also really the truth.]

[ The naga's lips draw themselves up into a satisfied little smirk. ]

I am a mangaka by trade at home. Ryslig lacks nearly everything I need to continue that line of work regularly. I took up painting and had to decide on which mediums were going to allow me the highest marks of achievement. I never enjoyed painting until I had nothing but painting.

You have to look at all of the things that have been taken away and put your eyes on the things you have now. I never would have gotten anywhere if I sat on the beach pissed at myself for ending up here, or if I had dealt with sleeping in hotels and getting kicked out because I had no money. [ He pauses and then cocks his head to the right and DOWN instead of pointing. ] When I lost these I needed to figure out how to move again.

Painting ended up being a skill I adapted to faster than learning how to walk without legs. I couldn't complain about not having anything from home because it became unimportant overnight. [ His jaw shifts in on itself. ] The vibrancy in these paintings portrays the lack of it in the eye of the grim, mundane populous.

[ If Karamatsu is looking at the end of that sentence, he will see that Rohan has turned the book around and splayed across the page is the bug-boy himself. Through his own observations, he put the wonder and admiration in his eyes on paper. The expression on the drawn Karamatsu's face is precisely that, but there IS the detection of something rather unnerved. The slightest twinge in the lines around his eyes or a pinch of tension seen in his shoulders. Nonetheless, he is portrayed looking around the room and up at invisible nothings on the 'walls' of the page. ]

It doesn't take long or much to get the point across.

[The last thing Karamatsu should be gleaning from Rohan's words is inspiration, but guess what's happening right now. Maybe it's more like a good, hard dose of reality. Because, really? That sounds like...exactly what he's been doing with Osomatsu. Sulking in the park while trying to make it work with nothing, slowly starving in a world nothing like their own. He's lucky he even has legs still, on top of everything else that's happened to him lately. It's no wonder his expression is full of such admiration, because it's even worse now than it was before.

Before he can get the chance to say anything else, though, he's stopped dead in his tracks- thoughts and all- when Rohan turns the book around. He just...completely goes still, his eyes widening as he catches his own visage on that page. He...had no idea that he was doing anything like that, and when he sees it he is completely stunned.

Never mind the fact that he low key looks like he's super distressed. Rohan was paying enough attention to him that he was able to capture his expression to the letter, even with the strange antennae and pointed ears. It's like looking back into a mirror that's been distorted by the strokes of someone's hand through drawing.

He wanders a few paces closer to Rohan, never taking his eyes off the drawing. He heard what he'd said, but for the moment his mind seems to be somewhere else entirely.]

You...drew me?

[ It's nice to see that he still has the ability to McFreakin' Wow somebody when he shows them a sketch. Some things don't atrophy. This one never will. ]

I did. [ One eyebrow rises. ] From the moment you walked through the door, I was watching what you were doing. This entire time that you have been in this shop, I have kept a close eye on your mannerisms, how you carry yourself, and even your speech patterns.

[ that isn't even a naga thing, that's literally just a Rohan Is Fucking Weird thing. ]

You hardly noticed when I circled you twice in the back. [ He says with the pen making a circle in the air. Two circles. ] You tried to fluff yourself up to be hot shit until I called you on it RIGHT when we first started speaking. You hesitated when I asked you the questions about customer specifics... When I tapped your head? When I brought my lunch back there too close to your face?

I read it and put it on this paper. [ Oh one more thing-- ] Watch your step and don't break your ankles tripping over me again. Workman's comp isn't a thing here.

[ INDIGNANT TAIL THUMP........ ]

The point is that this is why I do what I do. So I can make this right here in the book as real as the source I am drawing it from. That is what you will be doing here. You will be taking orders and seeing customers. You will design according to what you see and what they need. You need every subtlety you can grab. It will take practice and that is why I am the owner-- so you can learn and function eventually without anything but my approval for pieces.

[ Marking his signature at the bottom, Rohan carefully pulls the page out and hands it over. ]

Your schedule is effective come the fifteenth of this month and will be solidified weekly as OF the sixteenth. You will show up that day at ten in the morning so I can really see what you can do. I will make sure to have a variety of projects to keep you busy throughout the day.

Think of your time until then as your moment to reflect and figure out what you are going to bring to the table should you want to work here for a significant amount of time, Karamatsu Matsuno.

[ A wiggle of the page-- ]

Any questions?

[Rohan sure McFreakin' Wowed Karamatsu, that's for sure. Honestly, if he'd allowed for more time for him to dwell on it, he might have started getting misty right there. Hell, he probably is, but Rohan keeps talking and there's really no time for him to waste crying, is there?

He is completely still and completely silent the entire time Rohan speaks, staring like a deer in headlights. It's quite honestly all he can manage at the moment, seeing how there's a lump so large in his throat now that he doesn't think he can remember how to swallow. His heart is racing and he's feeling a bit ill, but...

Somehow, for some reason, he's also a little excited, too. Maybe he's truly lost his mind, here in Ryslig. Maybe he's just thrilled to have someone- anyone at all- see potential in him. But to get it from someone like Rohan, someone so overwhelmingly talented, is astronomical to Karamatsu.

His claws tremble as he takes the paper, but it's not through being nervous any longer. He'll no doubt have a million questions when he gets back to the park, but for now he's gone numb.

He...has a job.

His voice trembles a bit, too, when he speaks. But only a bit.]

N...no, I...thank you, Kishibe-san. This truly...is an honor.

I will make everything I do worth your time. You will not be disappointed in me.

[ Groveling is nice and everything and he does love people acknowledging how great he is-- because, let's face it, He Is. When the paper is taken, Rohan's fingers curl into his palm and he pulls his hand back in the vain gesture of looking at his nails. His nails... And then Karamatsu proper. ]

I hope not. I do not do well with people who waste my time or squander their potential.

[ Blunt and cold, but honest. The book snaps shut and finds itself tucked under his arm. ]

You may go. Let's hope everything I said and did today stuck, yes? [ The sound of ALL THAT TAIL sliding across the floor signals that the naga is taking his leave in the other direction again. ]

Good day, Karamatsu Matsuno.

[ And off he goes back behind the curtain again. Back and back until the very last stripe on his tail has disappeared. ]

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