First Level | West side REPRESENNTTTT.

[rodeospike]

[This shota can be found wandering the the towns. Searching for some entertainment that he would like to call "books". After all, this place had a... vintage look to it. So there was bound to be a bookstore or two around here, dammit! HE WILL FIND

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[walksonrooftops]

[Here shota, have a catman rummaging around a pile of books.
Asato doesn't seem to care how he's got them strewn about; he just wants to look through everything and see all the pictures. Anything with small print and no pictures is set off into another pile, but if he finds something with illustrations or photographs, he takes his sweet time paging through, taking in the wealth of new information. He can't claim to understand, but he likes to just see. If the books belong to anyone, they'd probably be rather upset about the mess he's making.

When he looks up there's a face in the window. His fur bristles in surprise and he reflexively tosses down the biology book he was holding, as if wanting to separate himself from responsibility for the pile of books strewn about him.]

[rodeospike]

[Blinking once at the figure he just saw within the book store. Huh. Who was that...? It couldn't have been anyone hostile, he's sure. So he enters the bookstore to check on who-- or what he just saw.]

Uh... Hey... You don't have to be scared. [He's just a shota with guns, he won't do anything.]

[walksonrooftops]

[The ribika lowers his ears and watches him, giving a warning hiss when he deems that the other has come too close. He's more used to the sight of people now, but still isn't fully convinced that he can just up and trust whoever tells him they're trustworthy.]

Do you want books?

[He picks one up and tosses it to him, hoping that's satisfactory.]

[rodeospike]

[Whoa there, kitty. Jr. keeps a distance from the hissing, yet somehow finds his way through the tower of books so he can catch that book coming toward his direction.]

You betcha. [He smiles.] Thanks!

[Normally, while he would indulge in his book reading, something about the man in front of him intrigues him.] So, what are you? [He wasn't being rude. He honestly just wanted to satisfy his curiosity.]

[walksonrooftops]

Ribika.

[The answer comes quite plainly. It's not like he feels the need to hide his species, after all. And even the particularities of his own form--no one here has made even a single comment on the color of his fur. It's enough to make him nervous.]

Can you read all these?

[rodeospike]

Ribika? [A new species sparks interest in this younger shota. Intrigued by this, he attempts to get a tad bit closer. Not too close, though. He needed to be considerate of the other, as well.]

Yeah, I can. [Answering with a smile.]

[walksonrooftops]

[He shifts back a little, still watching him warily, but no longer shows any overt signs of aggression. His ears prick up a bit and the tip of his tail twitches back and forth as he concentrates.

After a moment, he offers him another book. It's full of text, no pictures. Nothing he could personally benefit from.]

[rodeospike]

[Jr. was flipping through the book that Asato had given him prior to the book he was offering now. Looking up, he smiles and closes the book shut and exchanging his current book for the one being offered.] Thanks, Mister.

[This book was something he was more familiar with.] What's your name? [He had no problem with multi-tasking. After all, he was secretly intrigued with this one.]

[walksonrooftops]

Asato.

[He stands and stretches, limbs stiff from sitting down amongst these books for so long. He's about six foot even, standing up perfectly straight.]

Yours?

[rodeospike]

[Jr. suddenly feels a bit... short. Seeing that he is 4'10 and all, he looks up when Asato stands and reveals his real height.]

The name's "Jr."! Pleased to meet ya!

[walksonrooftops]

Yeah.

[Introductions are awkward, and Asato was never very good with words to begin with. But he tries. Oh, he tries.]

What do these books say?

[rodeospike]

[Scanning over the book he had in his hand, Jr. is easily able to identify what kind of book this is.] Lots of things. This book in particular is a "poetry" book.

[walksonrooftops]

Poetry...

[It's not something he was ever exposed to. Poetry was for the gifted, the intelligent and natural individuals in his society.]

I would very much like to know more.

[rodeospike]

Want me to read the passage to you? [Jr. didn't mind explaining what it was, or reading the words out from the book.]

[walksonrooftops]

Yeah! [He moves in closer without shame, peering down at the text and back up at Jr. If he's uncomfortably close, he doesn't seem to know it.]

[rodeospike]

[Jr. doesn't mind. In fact, he seems much more happy that Asato is willing to listen and see! ... Though, with how dark it is, Jr. can barely read the text himself. BUT THAT'S OKAY!

And then the Mun grabbed a random line from google]

"There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind."