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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! ))

Comments

[karappo]

[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.

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[ 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. ]