[The woman that graces the screen of the fansuwoth is beautiful.
She's a just shade broad in the shoulders, and perhaps a little tall for a woman..... But still, she's slender and poised, with modestly understated curves, long-fingered artistic hands, a politely subdued smile, and a fair complexion brightened with subtle hints of color from her make
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He goes red as a beat when "she" starts stripping and is fumbling with his fansuwoth to turn it off and preserve her dignity--not helped by his nose bleeding--
And realizes he's looking at a man. What. WHAT.]
--The hell?!
[Still blushing, still bleeding, and frankly completely shocked.]
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There's.... some sort of boy on there, a teenager, flushed and out of sorts and smeared with blood. His eyes widen a little in alarm.]
Are you alright, young man?
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[He flails a bit and ends up grabbing a scrap of fabric to press to his nose. His next words come out a little muffled and nasal.]
Guys... Guys shouldn't have to--
[But what if he wants to? Kanji is just entirely confused and flustered, and it doesn't help that Hizashi is still really pretty and androgynous looking.]
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The engagement I returned from was with a client who prefers..... ambiguity, I suppose.
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[He fidgets awkwardly.]
Real nice pattern though. Colors [and he fades into a mumble. good luck deciphering it.] looked nice on you too...
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[He manages a small smile, listening intently; even with his attention, it's difficult to make out more than one or two words.]
It is a very nice pattern, though. He seems to have good taste.
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[And he had been losing a little of the blush but he reddens right back up and blusters.]
It ain't right! Ownin' people and making 'em sell-- sell that. It's supposed to be special!
But the bastard does have good taste in clothes...
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He bows his head and turns the fansuwoth around, turning away himself as he slips out of the kimono to put on his yukata. Even so, the screen remains at a proper angle to catch the reflection of Hizashi's back as he changes.]
You're right. I'm very sorry someone of even your age is asked to participate in such things.
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[He looks guiltily relieved.] They said I was too young for that yet. I'm hopin' they ain't gonna change their minds when I do get older...
They've got me workin' in the tailoring place. Making clothes ain't bad. It's just being so far from home, you know?
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[Hizashi shakes his head and carefully puts the kimono away before he sits back at the desk, turning the fansuwoth to face him again as he starts to brush out his hair.]
Perhaps if you dedicate yourself to refining your tailoring, you'll grow skilled enough by then that even your household would feel it was a waste to turn such talent to other work?
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[But he looks away and doesn't say anything about his father.]
I haven't gotten any complaints! I'm better at dolls though.
[He picks up a small knit doll--a colorful badger dressed as a monk. It's very intricate and extravagantly detailed. And adorable.]
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[Hizashi doesn't press the issue--he knows all too well how terrible it can be for a child to lose either of their parents. (Or, in cases like his own, for a child to have been better off without one of their parents at all.) He smiles at the doll, though, admiring the bright colors and attention to detail. Even without the Byakugan, his eye is quite practiced at picking out such small nuances.]
That's beautiful. I can see why you wouldn't get any complaints; you seem to be very talented already. Do you have prior experience?
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Dunno when that'll be but the only thing I'm really bad at is manners.
[And he's not the best at the math involved either, but he's slowly getting it.]
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Manners can always be learned, but talent, dedication, and passion must come from within. I think you'll make your mother very proud, especially once you fully come into your own.
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Heheh, you think so? Ma's always yellin' 'cause I've messed up something or other.
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[Hizashi's tone turns firmer, now, more convinced. It hearkens back to his frustrations with Neji, seeing him denied his chance to apply such genius just because of his birth--it even hearkens back to his own childhood, struggling to learn in the face of such violent opposition. They had been nearly equal in every way, it hadn't been fair.....
And by struggling with all his might, practicing with every scrap of knowledge he had obtained, they had remained equal in every way. If they had allowed him real lessons--if he'd just been given a chance, he thinks--he feels, he knows--he could have outshone even his own brother.....]
You can learn from your mistakes, and you can correct them, as long as you keep trying and growing. As long as she believes in you enough to give you that chance, then you have the opportunity to become everything you can be.
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