In a new land, with fresh sights n' people abound, Atagi took to his new situation with all the proficiency of a duck to water. The ever present grin etched upon his features is wider than usual, yellow irises flitting one way and floating another, making his way around the streets of Kuwana. No event which involved traveling, exam or otherwise, was complete without an unabashed sampling of street foods...which explained the two imagawayaki in his left hand, one of them half eaten, a thin sheet of wax paper the only thing separating them from his fingers. The various sticks poking from his jacket pockets indicated he had snagged a fair quantity of candied fruits (or just plain candy) as well. The heat was bothersome, but not so much that he'd shed his track jacket, though it was partly unzipped to show off a pineapple yellow shirt beneath.
Of course, he wasn't wandering
just to sample the food. Part of any endeavour like this was networking, and Atagi was on a personal mission: meet people of note, note down all relevant information, and add them to his expanding repertoire of friends and contacts.
After all-! his inner thoughts chimed in,
in every story ever, the hero's surrounded by about a gorillion people from all walks of life, aren't they? Well, there was that, but he'd have been an egregious liar if he claimed to not care at all about meeting folk from places he had never been, and maybe even never would be.
If those who love life don't waste time, I oughta use this time intelligently, mhm mhm.As luck would have it, someone 'of note' had cropped up in his vision. Stopping in his tracks, eyes meandered their way on over to a figure sat up on a fountain's edge, looking away from him, at the moment. If it was considered rude to stare, the Uzumaki was
discourteous, frankly, gulping down the latest bite of his snack food.
Ah. That definitely looks like a person of note to me. As he made his approach on over, he thought about what to say. Comment on something arbitrary, maybe what she's eating-- then introduce yourself-- then ask her who she is. Easy.
Striding on over with a chest full of confidence, Atagi plops himself right on the fountain's rim, sitting to face the opposite direction, but sidled up on next to her, flashing her a winning smile, and launching into just saying whatever came to mind first, trusting his instincts and completely discarding the plan.
”Afternoon, yeah? I like your dango.” If she was paying even the remotest amount of attention, she probably would've noticed that his eyes were directed lower than her face until only
after he finished the phrase. Of course, he noticed that she noticed, and on top of that that wasn't even what he had wanted to say, face already burning up from his immediate flustering. But he goes for it again, trying to recapture the momentum of the moment.
”No, er, I meant to say that I see you also like dango-. You're pretty hot out, today..er wait, that's not--”YOU DON'T HAVE ANY WHY ARE YOU SAYING 'YOU ALSO LIKE' IF YOU'RE CLEARLY HOLDING SOMETHING ELSE-- and did you mean to say it's hot out today???Again, he stops himself abruptly, suddenly wishing that he just hadn't approached at all. His cheeks might've been more red than his hair, at this juncture.
”I..feel like I just botched this introduction. Can I get a re-do?” he asks shamelessly, a goofy grin slapped back onto his features, Atagi trying to shrug off and recover from the utter embarrassment that he'd just subjected himself to.
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Aburame Azarea )