[in person]waxingstarOctober 25 2009, 23:24:42 UTC
When another journal falls apparently out of nowhere and lands with a faint squishing noise a little ways behind her, Amaterasu looks up and around, ears perked. There follows, to her amusement, a flurry of kicked-up sand and the sound of furious scribbling. Her journal vibrates. Shaking it off of her shoulders, she flips it open with her nose.
She'd know that handwriting anywhere.
Ten seconds later, the wolf comes flying across the grass and onto the strip of sand, kicking up soil and flowers as she goes. She passes clear by the Poncle, skids to a sloppy halt, and scrambles back around, tail windmilling; then she crouches, tongue lolling in a massive canine grin. Issun Issun Issun Issun Issun!
Denkoumaru clutched in both hands, left one leading, he lashes at the pages, Kanji appearing in quick strokes. He's too focused-- too distracted by this weird thing in front of him and whatever kind of trick it must be pulling that he doesn't hear the furious noise of something approaching rather quickly.
--until it's too late.
Sky and ground change places momentarily as the motion wind of something massive rushing by throws him off his feet, sand practically flying up and blocking both his sigh and.. well, him.
It's only then, after landing face-down on the floor, that the sort-of registers the rapid, happy panting nearby. And sort-of is enough by far.
He rolls sideways... and finally jumps and practically explodes, sand flying all around]
OI, FURBALL, WHAT THE HECK DO YA THINK YER DOIN'?! You still think I'm some kinda toy or what?! How often do I needa tell you that I'm too handsome for that?! THE GREAT ISSUN--
[in person]waxingstarOctober 26 2009, 05:32:29 UTC
[Wriggling with excitement, still beaming in the thrilled way that only canines really can, she flattens herself to the ground to see him better, paws kneading the sand even then. Her tail, swinging back and forth in a fuzzy smear behind her, kicks up a minor flurry of sand.
But she doesn't care, because it's Issun the little green Poncle her best friend ever (except for maybe Waka and Ishaku and and and um what was she talking about?) and she hasn't seen him in YEARS ohmygod it's been LIKE, FOREVER.
She answers with a cheerful little wolf-noise in the back of her throat, mmmnglarng, and scoots forward in preparation for licking his face off in glee.]
[OOC: fffff bb I'm sooo sorry for my sporadic tagging! T-the joys of uni and living in Europe, orz ;;;]
[He kind of just stands there, staring up at the shining canine and doesn't move even when she practically lays down in front of him, dark eyes wide and almost disbelieving.
It's only when he hears that noise that he snaps out of it, jumping slightly with a little 'eh?!' and finally blinking many times.
And it's then that it clicks. And he jumps.]
AMMY! There you are ya big furbaaaAAAAGH HEY!
[his voice goes up an octave or two when that snout suddenly gets so dangerously close and starts bouncing all around, flailing his arms madly and ranting up a storm]
Don't even think about coverin' me up in yer slobber!! HowmanytimesIgottasay I'M TOO HANDSOME FOR THAT!! How many times!? How many..
[The last words come out just a tad softer, before he finally leaps forward and lands on the bridge of her nose, looking up and into blackest eyes he hasn't seen in what feels like forever. How long was it anyway?? ...oh, whatever, she's here
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...So, you are here too, traveling artist Issun?
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I sure am! Wherever this is anyway, it still doesn't feel like Ryoshima t'me!
[...
Except the writing is a little too faint for his liking]
Hey.. what's goin' on over there?
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She'd know that handwriting anywhere.
Ten seconds later, the wolf comes flying across the grass and onto the strip of sand, kicking up soil and flowers as she goes. She passes clear by the Poncle, skids to a sloppy halt, and scrambles back around, tail windmilling; then she crouches, tongue lolling in a massive canine grin. Issun Issun Issun Issun Issun!
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Denkoumaru clutched in both hands, left one leading, he lashes at the pages, Kanji appearing in quick strokes. He's too focused-- too distracted by this weird thing in front of him and whatever kind of trick it must be pulling that he doesn't hear the furious noise of something approaching rather quickly.
--until it's too late.
Sky and ground change places momentarily as the motion wind of something massive rushing by throws him off his feet, sand practically flying up and blocking both his sigh and.. well, him.
It's only then, after landing face-down on the floor, that the sort-of registers the rapid, happy panting nearby. And sort-of is enough by far.
He rolls sideways... and finally jumps and practically explodes, sand flying all around]
OI, FURBALL, WHAT THE HECK DO YA THINK YER DOIN'?! You still think I'm some kinda toy or what?! How often do I needa tell you that I'm too handsome for that?! THE GREAT ISSUN--
[He stops dead in his tracks ( ... )
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But she doesn't care, because it's Issun the little green Poncle her best friend ever (except for maybe Waka and Ishaku and and and um what was she talking about?) and she hasn't seen him in YEARS ohmygod it's been LIKE, FOREVER.
She answers with a cheerful little wolf-noise in the back of her throat, mmmnglarng, and scoots forward in preparation for licking his face off in glee.]
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[He kind of just stands there, staring up at the shining canine and doesn't move even when she practically lays down in front of him, dark eyes wide and almost disbelieving.
It's only when he hears that noise that he snaps out of it, jumping slightly with a little 'eh?!' and finally blinking many times.
And it's then that it clicks. And he jumps.]
AMMY! There you are ya big furbaaaAAAAGH HEY!
[his voice goes up an octave or two when that snout suddenly gets so dangerously close and starts bouncing all around, flailing his arms madly and ranting up a storm]
Don't even think about coverin' me up in yer slobber!! HowmanytimesIgottasay I'M TOO HANDSOME FOR THAT!! How many times!? How many..
[The last words come out just a tad softer, before he finally leaps forward and lands on the bridge of her nose, looking up and into blackest eyes he hasn't seen in what feels like forever. How long was it anyway?? ...oh, whatever, she's here ( ... )
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