OPEN; THE NEIGHBORS CLUB WELCOMING PARTY

[mishaps]

Who: Anyone interested in attending the party announced a few days ago. Hosts of the party include Kodaka (mishaps), Sena (meatshields), & Yozora (playerkills). This also includes those who signed up for the speed friend making activity and other club members! Anyone who is even slightly interested in the club may post in the log (but please, only those who signed up for speed friending event participate in it!)
What: The Neighbors Club is having a welcoming party/practice party! Hooray for activities and welcoming back Kodaka to the club. Please ignore my fail of typing the event as speed dating as it is speed "friending" my bad!
When: A few days after it the initial party announcement post.
Where: The Neighbors Club Room located in Sigyn.
Rating: PG-13 AFAIK!


[Kodaka had left most of the event planning to Yozora and Sena as it was actually something that kept them busy. Kodaka knows when those two are idle and bored, bad things happen and they just end up fighting. He's actually surprised how much Yozora has taken this party thing seriously... and he's still shocked that it's technically meant for him. He's had birthdays with family members and school members, sure, but nothing like this; he's never had friends throw a party for him. He assumes Yozora throws the party for practice mostly, though.

He places a tray of onigiri (with various stuffings such as salmon, chicken, and picked vegetables.) down on a table next to a bowl of punch. There are cups and plates also on the table. He hasn't made this much food since he was back at home, and he actually doesn't mind. It's something for him to do, and without school and Kobato around, it feels like chunk of his life is missing.

He looks at his bracelet and realizes people should start coming in soon.]

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[silentmode]

... [ She looks down at his knees, then at her useless paper towels. Her fingers clutch them a bit tensely, crumbling them a bit in their fiddling as she's unsure what to do. ]

[giver]

[ he lets out a breath that sounds almost like a laugh, and then he reaches over to try and take her towels

though he is experienced now, and just holds onto the edge of it for a moment to see if she'll release them ]

[silentmode]

[ The look on her face is slightly like a bambi-in-the-woods-about-to-get-shot expression, and she gives a sharp intake of breath, looking at him inquisitively.

Before her fingers slowly slip in release. She wonders if she should offer to throw out the used paper towels for him...

She has already forgotten about the horrific rice ball incident. ]

[giver]

[ he gives another breathy semi-laugh, and then takes her clean towels and spreads them neatly on the table

he busies himself with them for a moment, before showing her the small flower he made from scrunching up the towel

his face instinctively does do the small half-smile again, since it reminds him of better times. he holds the flower out to her for a moment, a sign of reassurance he doesn't realize he's giving. ]

[silentmode]

... [ There's a look of disbelief on her face for a moment, before she regards him with narrowed, uncertain eyes. Her hand points to herself, and she inclines her head slightly. ]

[giver]

[ he extends it even further to her, that ghost of a smile still lingering on his face

he is more careful this time, though, not to drop it if she doesn't take it, because then they would need paper towels to clean up paper towels and this isn't inception ]

[silentmode]

... [ Her hands clasp over it, gently. She has no idea what to give him in return! There's a look of conflict on her face for only a moment, before she just blinks down at the flower like she's in a trance.

Does this mean she has to start killing for him now? Is it an offer of friendship?

She takes a step back, giving him a shy, thankful look, before glancing away and at the wall again. ]

[giver]

[ he gives a small smile, very small but with an honesty he hadn't shown in all the speed friending

he nods with his head to motion her to come forward a little to the table, where he steps back to give her some space, and then begins to deliberately fold another towel, except this time looking up to make sure she can see the steps ]

[silentmode]

[ She spots the motion in her peripheral, feeling flustered and overwhelmed by someone wanting to ...interact with her...

And not out of obligation.

She sidles up to him reluctantly, holding the flower in front of her at her abdomen, and sees he's trying to instruct her. Which was incredibly kind. Maybe she could make him one in return?

She watches carefully, her eyes reflexively meeting his every time he glances up at her, if only because it's out of battle habit. ]

[giver]

[ he pushes another towel in front of her, smoothing it out, and then returns to his own so she can follow along. it's a relatively simple flower, with a lot of repeating motions, but he still looks up to make sure she's following along, obviously faintly amused at flower-making ]

[silentmode]

[ Chane sets the flower he made for her down at the table, carefully (as if it's...delicate or something), and she watches with a very serious, determined face, beginning to follow his lead. ]

[giver]

[ he makes his folds crisply and efficiently, and occasionally does lean over to press down a corner even if the fold is already right, just to flatten it for a second

when he's done with his own, he ruffles the feather a little, and looks back at her with a self-assured expression ]

1/2

[silentmode]

... [ She begins trying to refine the edges, too, eyes flickering quickly between his hands and her own flower. She looks frustrated, mildly, for a moment, thinking her flower isn't really coming out as nicely.

Eventually, once she's done with her mediocre flower, she attempts to do a last-minute revision on a few corners... ]

[silentmode]

... [ Before sliding it over to him, feeling ...too embarrassed to see his reaction to it, so she begins typing as soon as it's in front of him. ]

[giver]

[ he lets out a small laughy breath as he picks it up, but very carefully, holding it up to better light. he brushes over the petals to neaten it up a bit, but he seems pleased to hold it, and cradles it for another moment before glancing to see what she was doing, still wearing his lanky small smile of approval ]

[silentmode]

[ Once she's done typing on the feed device, she holds out her wrist to him, still looking away, but this time with a more far-away expression. ]

It was my first time. I will make you a better one next time. Could you show me once more?

[giver]

[ a low chuckle, then: ] This is for me? Thank you, it's perfect.

But I'll show you again, if you want. [ before he starts, he touches the flower with a more gentle motion. he then offers her another paper towel, and folding, though this time faster and with his eyes more focused on her hands, appearing amused ]

[silentmode]

[ She nods, and bows her head a bit to try and focus on anything but that little "thank you", which makes a bit of heat rush to her mostly expressionless face.

When she's offered the next paper towel, she smooths it out in a mostly useless motion, since it's already flat. It's just to appear ready and somewhat serious about this endeavor as she watches him, eyes searching for guidance. She's determined to make him an A+ flower! ]

[giver]

[ he gives a soft chuckle at her seriousness, for some reason, and reaches over to gently help her by pressing on some folds or raising some mountains, half-distracted again ]

You sat next to me.

[silentmode]

[ She looks at him for a second, quirking an eyebrow curiously. ] ? [ Both eyebrows raise in realization of what he means.

She's thankful that it seems like he wouldn't be very interested in observing someone like her interact with others, because she failed pretty hard, what with trying to bond over murdering fairies. Her hands try to help his without touching or clumsily getting in the way, which is simple enough since she's usually graceful with them. The look on her face is a quieted, soft one now. She's beginning to feel heavy at how nice...he is...

and bad about the water. ]

[giver]

At the speed friending. [ he doesn't see that she understands, since his focus is no longer on her face, but on the flower. he isn't really concerned about moving out of her way, and sometimes brushes her fingers, but he is intent on making a good flower ]

You probably don't remember. This whole thing is silly [ something like self-reprimand ] but I hope you had fun.

[ this time he does look up, briefly, to quirk a small smile ] I think you did well.

[silentmode]

[ She's resolved to focus on his words, but is getting distracted by the movements of their fingers, and how the flower is coming out a lot better. Once he gives her that final compliment -- that validation she had been seeking, she elucidates a lot more warmth at her countenance, and her lips relax into something that's not quite a smile, but close, for a brief moment.

She turns to face him just a bit more, and cups the side of the flower that's closest to her to give it a delicate push towards him. ]

[giver]

Thank you. [ he takes the flower gently, and a bit laughingly, as he peers at it through the better light ] It's perfect, or even more perfect, if it's possible.

But it suits someone prettier like you better. [ he moves to put it in her hair, but slowly, so not to spook her

he delivers the statement offhandedly, like that happens to be true and he has no personal feelings on the matter, since it is true. ]

[silentmode]

... [ She tenses at his movements, slow as they may be, but knows that he's probably just being kind and, of course, means nothing serious about it. Still, the compliment bewilders her momentarily, and she tries to rationalize it as perhaps he doesn't want the flower?

Regardless, she bumps back against the table as she takes a step back, then another step away, her lips parting, though no sound comes out. B/c mute lol

He's so casual about this, it really is nothing special, which is why she's flabbergasted at how to react properly. If she reacts seriously, she might make it more serious than it is. Which it wasn't. She assesses. So she just ends up nodding, her eyes finding anything but him to look at. ]

[giver]

[ he laughs softly, and then puts it down in front of him gently. he dumps the water out of his leftover cup onto the ground, and puts his two gifted flowers into it, arranging it like a small bouquet.

he starts on another one, a variation of the first design, and moving deftly. he doesn't look up when he speaks again. ] Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.