The Fujibayashi Residence at Dusk
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on May 24, 2011 20:10:27 GMT -6
OC: It's open if you could find a good reason just what your character is doing at the Fujibayashis. That'll be no problem for oneechan~"I'm home..." she announced, in a low voice.
She closed the door gingerly. She was early. No cleaning duty, no representative duty, no fortune-telling... just what were the chances? She kicked off her outdoor shoes, placing them neatly by the mat. It seemed like she was the first one to arrive here... or perhaps they simply hadn't heard her.
Grandmother would probably be in her room. Botan would be probably sleeping at some corner of the house, unless she had escaped again to see her older sister. Kyou-oneechan... she probably was busy, either meeting with Otomo-san (maybe she could pry from her just what had happened later), or discussing with Sakagami-san and Kichiro-kun about Fuuko-chan.
She hadn't been able to know much about the discussion about their latest resident, their determined sculptor. She'd only been informed about how they were going to investigate just who Fuuko's sister was, and the rumors that she wasn't Fuuko, since Ibuki Fuuko was supposedly confined in the hospital. She... wasn't sure how she was supposed to handle all these, but...
...for now, there was Fuuko. She was the one who Ryou didn't have much of an idea... about where she was right now, at least. She seemed to come and go like the wind. She wondered if she was already here at home, where they were letting her stay for a while. Or maybe she was still at school, distributing her creations.
She flitted towards and through the living room. She breathed in and then out; it had been a tiring, but fulfilling day. She noted the wooden shavings that were left on the floor; she would probably have to sweep them off later, again... maybe she should tell Fuuko-chan about cleaning up after herself. The little things first... the mysteries can wait a little later.
She had a feeling of foreboding... for some reason, she didn't want those mysteries solved.
She hung her bag neatly in a stand, and made her way to the stairs. She had to go to her bedroom for a change of clothes...
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on May 25, 2011 11:03:18 GMT -6
Fuko arrived home later than Ryou. She had been busy distributing starfish to all the stranglers at school who had to stay behind for clubs or cleaning or various other activities. That….and she had gotten distracted on the way home by an adorable little slug that had been crawling on the sidewalk…and a little kid who was having a birthday party…and, well, various other things that caught the easily distracted Fuko’s attention. Still, she had returned home with no problems. She was glad that the Fujibayashi’s were taking her in; it was much easier to sleep and enjoy oneself in an actual home then at school, and it was nice to have others around to talk with. Her older sister had been wanting her to make friends after all…
At the thought of her sister’s request to make friends, Fuko had to smile. While she was still kind of…unsure about how to feel in regards to seeing her sister, Fuko was sure that she would have been proud of what Fuko was doing now. Kyou, Ryou, Tomoyo, Botan and admittedly even Kichiro had all been so kind to her, becoming close friends with her and helping her try and make her sister’s dream come true. With that thought, Fuko was determined even more to make sure this plan worked; it wasn’t just her and her sister, but all their friends’ dream now!
Opening the door to the Fujibayashi home, Fuko noticed that there was already a pair of shoes at the door. One of the twins must have been home already, wandering around somewhere. Taking off her own shoes and setting down the now empty bag which once held the starfish, Fuko headed through. The living room still had a lot of wood shavings around; maybe she should have cleaned those up? Yes, that would be the polite thing to do wouldn’t it! When you stayed at another person’s home the grownup thing to do was to clean up your own mess! The question then was where was the broom…
No idea where to start, Fuko began to randomly open and close just about any door that was in the house in her search for a broom and dustpan. Admittedly she really didn’t have a need to open up the kitchen cabinets, but she couldn’t be sure where these people put things. After all, there was the possibility that these two seemingly normal girls were in fact space aliens, and who knew where space aliens would put brooms! The thought of the two being aliens, however, caused Fuko to begin frantically searching. The lack of the broom could be evidence of their extraterrestrial origins! No, wait…that was completely silly wasn’t it? If there was any one in their group that could be said to be an alien, it was most likely Kichiro or Tomoyo; something just didn’t seem right about Kichiro, and Tomoyo just seemed like she didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the school. Even if they were aliens though, she would accept them as her friend. After all, she had nothing against aliens… [/blockquote]
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on May 26, 2011 23:17:03 GMT -6
She heard the door clatter from downstairs, but it was only after a little later that she managed to come out of her room. She went to the staircase and began to descend. Her school uniform was replaced by more casual clothes. Ryou looked a little more composed; after all, this was home territory. Still, it was a little unsettling how, after that clattering of the door, there was no voice that announced itself, instead replaced with sounds of opening and closing... cabinets?
"Fuuko-chan?"
She looked like she was looking for something. There was a decidedly serious expression on her face, though if one thought about it, it seemed Fuuko made the choice to be dead serious all the time. It was a clumsy facade; it almost always backfired, making the scenario funny. It was like that of a child's trying to be mature. She cannot help but smile at the effort their flickering guest was doing, though she caught herself, and tried to put a smaller grin; Fuuko might be angry about her finding her exploits just a little hilarious.
Oh, and she might be able to help, too. She completed going down the steps. She had been meaning to tell her to clean up, but it looked like she was planning something else. Maybe she could ask her about it later...
"What are you doing, Fuuko-chan?"
It is always better to ask first; after all, the younger Fujibayashi admittedly cannot read minds, much more a flittering one such as that of their ghost girl. Her antics helped Ryou not think about the rumors surrounding her...
Fuuko was, after all, a nice girl. Ryou decided she'll be the gracious host for a while. Oh, and perhaps an older sister too, though she'd never tell Fuuko that. As had been observed, she seemed to be sensitive about her childishness...
She approached her slowly and tapped the shoulder of the scurrier, just in case she hadn't heard her.
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on Jun 6, 2011 11:01:06 GMT -6
Just as Fuko was about to begin checking the doors in the bathroom, she heard a voice calling out for her. Stopping her actions, Fuko looked around trying to find the source of the voice. Spotting nothing, Fuko went back to looking around, but she was tense. There was always the possibility that there was someone in the house, maybe a robber! Grabbing one of her starfish, Fuko prepared herself in case anything should happen to her. The robber would be so entranced by the adorableness of the starfish that he would be distracted enough she could make a run for it. Soon, however, she felt a hand on her shoulder, leading Fuko to turn around with a startled scream, holding the starfish up in front of her…
Eventually her eyes settled on Ryou, who was already out of her school uniform and into more casual clothes. That meant that Ryou had already been home for a while…which meant that her screams had been nothing. Still, it was rude to sneak up on a person like that (even if the girl had been talking to her this entire time). She was smiling about something, but what Fuko couldn’t tell. Was it because of her little stunt right here, was Ryou being a bully and enjoying scaring Fuko half to death! No, that wasn’t like Ryou (although it might have fit for Kyou). Maybe she was instead smiling at how mature Fuko was by offering to clean up! Wait, but Fuko hadn’t told Ryou about that….unless Ryou was psychic! In that case, she would know that Fuko had thought Ryou was a robber, and so Fuko began trying to think as mature as possible to try and fight back! She focused her thoughts on that broom and dustpan and the effort to clean up the wood shavings.
”Fuko decided that since she had made a mess with all the wood shavings, she was going to go ahead and clean up. However, the broom and dustpan seem to be eluding me and so I continue to search for it. By the way, sneaking up on me like that was a very rude and immature thing to do. I apologize for my temporary childishness in being startled though.”
There, that would hopefully work; she explained the situation in a calm, rational manner and politely asked Ryou to not sneak up on her again. [/blockquote]
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Jun 11, 2011 1:37:09 GMT -6
Ryou's smile when dealing with Fuuko, much more when it was just the two of them... it was much less reserved than her usual (though it was still rather limited). It grew just a little wider as the starfish girl perked in surprise... she must have been a little involved with whatever she was doing, she must have not completely noticed her. It grew just a little more while she explained herself... and even chastised her, in the process.
"I'm very sorry if I startled you, Fuuko-chan." began the younger Fujibayashi, though with her expression, one would have assumed she was more bemused rather than apologetic. Still, she had done something 'rude' and 'immature'. Besides being entertained by their stay-in's antics, she had found her decision to clean up, even before she told her, touching. Mature, indeed, though she had no intention of telling Fuuko that.
"That was very thoughtful of you." she did say. Even if Fuuko forgot certain things at times and hanged up on the real world at the sight of the nearest star-shaped (well, starfish-shaped) object, she was a nice girl. She felt a little bad that she had even doubted her about the wood shavings. She wondered how she could make it up to her...
"The broom and the dustpan we keep just behind the backyard door." she told her, gently. "They don't usually hide in cabinets and cupboards, Fuuko-chan." she informed her. To match what she was saying, she started trotting over to the location she had specified, to show to Fuuko that they were there... well, she was the one who used them most often, and she had seen them there last, and it was an unspoken rule to put the broom and dustpan there after using them.
She opened the door, and turning to look at its left, sure enough, the pair of sweeping tools were there, all right. She waited for the younger girl to follow. As she waited, her mind drifted to things that she'd been keeping buried.
Fuuko's eccentricities were a welcome distraction not only from the problem of who she really was, but the younger Fujibayashi's current problems at the moment. She had done quite a job of forgetting it momentarily, but things like Haru-kun's confession have a way of surfacing back into your psyche.
She'd been meaning of asking her sister(well, Kyou-neechan would probably ask her herself, if she was going to ask about Otomo-san...), and probably her cards, about it, too... but for the moment, maybe... it would be certainly interesting to get the first-year's input. Maybe she could help lighten up her feelings on the subject. Ryou knew she could be rather grave at times.
"After you sweep... can we talk about something?" she queried.
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on Aug 1, 2011 11:59:31 GMT -6
Fuko looked angrily at Ryou as she was smiling during the apology. It looked more as if she had planned the whole thing, wanting to scare poor Fuko half to death and not just a simple apology. Behind that bashful exterior must have been some evil genius. Then again, considering how easily flustered the girl could get, maybe Fuko was simply overreacting to it and the girl was just slightly amused by Fuko’s antics. Whatever the case may be, Fuko was going to be sure to keep a closer eye on the younger Fujibayashi twin (wait, how does that work?) to make sure that she wasn’t being sneaky about anything. For now, all she could do was accept the apology.
”Fuko will maturely accept your apology Ryou-chan. And thank you, it is indeed thoughtful of me to clean up the mess that I had made.” Fuko said, eyes closed like she had just said something profound.
Moving on however, Ryou soon pointed out to Fuko the exact location of where the broom and dustpan were…Fuko knew that. She was just testing to see whether Ryou knew where it was or not…okay, that was a lie. Still, she wasn’t going to react and feel mad because of a slight moment of stupidity on her part. Fuko was a mature, young woman, and she was going to take this like such a person would. Following right behind Ryou, Fuko memorized the location of the broom. Forever and ever, it’s location would be stuck in the steel trap of her mind (though most would say it was more like a wet paper towel). Grabbing a hold of the two, Fuko was about to say something when she noticed Ryou seemed lost in thought…
Well, while the girl pondered her things, Fuko started to head off towards the wood shavings to begin cleaning them up. All of a sudden, however, Ryou spoke again, asking her for advice.
”Why of course Fuko will be glad to offer advice. You may be surprised to hear this, but in her old neighborhood Fuko was know far and wide for the advice she gave. People came from all over to hear my wisdom on many matters, whether it was on how to properly care for a pet starfish or even on love and romance. In fact, I will gladly answer your question while I sweep!”
With that, Fuko began to sweep up the wood shavings.
”So then Ryou-chan, what’s on your mind?” [/blockquote]
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Aug 22, 2011 1:03:21 GMT -6
"Hmm...."
Even as Fuuko began her little speech regarding how she was the paragon of advisers and whatnot, as Ryou had expected her to do, the younger Fujibayashi wondered how she was going to word it for Fuuko to understand. Well, not misunderstand. She... well, even if it wasn't Fuuko, she wasn't... entirely sure she wanted to name names yet; she would probably just do the naming when talking to her sister, mainly because she'd find out if she didn't say, one way or another... and her ways can be... unpleasant. The least unpleasant was the tickle torture.
She suddenly came upon an idea, although she didn't have that much confidence with it; while the younger girl busied herself with sweeping, she rummaged through a certain cabinet. "I know I put it in here for..." she said to herself, going through the contents; Fuuko had said she could ask her even while she was sweeping, so she didn't want to waste her time, even if she would be very mature about it. "Oh, here it is." she remarked. In her hands were a packet containing a deck of cards.
"Umm... Fuuko-chan, these are playing cards." she began, knowing full well that her introduction was a little far from the topic and this discussion just might turn roundabout. She... was sort of hesitant to dive upon the matter so immediately; even when Fuuko had hit the bulls-eye with the last part of her last comment... 'love and romance', huh?
"In school, I use them to tell fortunes for my friends." she continued, becoming just a little antsy, as she sat upon a chair, across the sweeping girl. "They're like you, in a way..." she said, referring to the cards, "...they tell the future, so they're somewhat a kind of adviser..." Oh, great, now I'm losing track of how I wanted to get to the point...
"The thing is..." she paused, unsure of how to go on with what she had started... "I've never asked them about a problem in such clear terms before..."
"Like, what to do... if a friend of yours... a guy... confessed to you..."
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on Aug 22, 2011 8:38:19 GMT -6
Fuko continued to sweep as she watched Ryou try and figure out how to say whatever it was she wanted to say. Whatever it was that Ryou had wanted to talk about, it had to be a personal and very important tissue for her to be so unsure on how to approach it. This was going to be some epic question, wasn’t it? This was going to be an important question for Ryou, possibly life changing. Fuko put her serious face on; she was prepared to help Ryou out whatever way she could. She owed the girl for helping her with her sister’s wedding after all, so anything she could do to ensure her happiness Fuko would do. She was ready for anything.
And she was still ready when Ryou finally came back with a pack of playing cards. So…did Ryou want poker help? Fuko didn’t know anything about poker so there wasn’t anything she could do. Maybe it was goldfish she wanted help on? Whatever the game, Fuko would do her best to help, but she was surprised to find that Ryou instead was using these cards for fortune telling. Maybe Fuko would get Ryou to do her fortune later on? That might be interesting. She would have to sadly inform Ryou though that Fuko was not psychic like her cards though; she could advise, not tell the future. Still, by the antsy look of Ryou, there was more going on here than poker advice…
”A guy confessed to you? Hmmm…”
Fuko paused her sweeping, placing her head on the top of the handle to rest as she tried to think on how to answer that. What was one supposed to do when a boy confessed to you? She never had that happen, but she had read plenty of mangas and watched shows about such things, so there might be a clue somewhere on what she could do. The thing is though, it all depended on whether or not Ryou liked this boy and friend or not, right? Yeah, that sounded about right.
”Well, do you like this friend of yours?”
Hmmm, well, to be fair, if Ryou was asking about this and was so antsy about it, then wouldn’t that mean someone had done this? And more importantly, her trouble with it meant one thing; she liked this boy…or well, maybe she didn’t and just didn’t want to say no to not be mean. The latter was kind of bad though: she should turn him down if needed to. But if she did like him, then she should make up for making him wait by giving him a gift.
”Well, whether or not you like him, next time you talk to him, give him a starfish as a gift. If you like him, it’s a gift to show your love for each other. And if you don’t, it’s adorable cuteness will soften the blow of rejection…”
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Aug 28, 2011 20:57:28 GMT -6
"Uh, umm..."
She had tried to be indirect, but it was often hard trying to convey a message clearly and vaguely at the same time. Well, different parts of it were supposed to be vague and clear, but... she guessed she succeeded in conveying it clearly. She hadn't wanted to say that she was the one with the problem, but she didn't really want to go through the trouble of denying it to Fuuko.
Her face flushed. She fidgeted a bit.
"Um... the friend... well..." she began, trying to answer Fuuko's query. How should she say this? "I... I think I like him..." she said, looking very uncomfortable, even if her interrogator was a starfish-loving younger girl, and even if she wasn't really interrogating her. Perhaps what mattered was she was saying it, not so much as it was being heard by someone.
"But I'm not sure..." she continued, "I'm not so sure if I like him that way. Because... " she paused, feeling a little more embarrassed with each passing moment at the interviewee's position. "There's another boy that she likes, and now that the friend has confessed her, she... she doesn't know which she actually likes." She looked at the cards at his hands, absentmindedly leafing through them with her thumbs. "That way."
She looked a little wry for a few seconds, thinking of what Fuuko had said, and what she had ended up saying.
"All right." she pronounced, trying to put back the smile she had on a while ago. She started shuffling the deck in her hand, trying not to lose hold of them; it was one of those things that she ended up doing when she wasn't thinking clearly. "How about let's see who could give better advise, Fuuko-chan, or my playing cards?"
She giggled in spite of her dilemma. Those who are nervous tend to laugh...
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on Sept 2, 2011 20:08:36 GMT -6
Fuko could sense a lot of uncertainty in Ryou’s voice as she tried to work out an answer. Apparently this relationship issue was a lot more complex than Fuko had originally imagined. For her, it wasn’t hard to decide; Fuko either liked a person or did not (though even she knew her ‘like’ wasn’t the romantic sense). So to be in a situation where feelings are conflicted was a bit of a new situation for Fuko, but she would still do her best to try and help Ryou in any way that she could. However, she needed more information to figure out how to deal with it, and so Fuko patiently focused on Ryou while awaiting her to stop stumbling and get to the point.
From the sounds of it then, the basic problem was Ryou was conflicted between two love interests: the boy who had just recently confessed to her, and another person that she had an interest in. Hmm, this was a tough choice, but there was nothing about this other person that Fuko knew about…or the boy that confessed to Ryou. In order to give the best advice possible, Fuko needed more information. However, even she could see it was getting rather uncomfortable for Ryou to keep talking about it, so Fuko would have to make do with what she had for now.
Fuko tilted her head a little in confusion though when Ryou decided to turn to the cards again, and even huffed a little when she decided to put Fuko advice up against playing cards and fortune telling. That was a little insulting, but Fuko had no fear; she was sure that the cards would soon show Ryou that fortune was in favor of whatever advice Fuko could give.
”Feel free to use the cards; Fuko is sure beyond all doubts her advice is the best. Fuko clearly sees the issue now that is in front of Ryou; Ryou has two love interests to choose from and is not sure what to feel. One has already guaranteed his love for you, but yet you’re interested in another that you’re not sure about. Therefore…”
Fuko once again pulled out a wooden starfish
”You should follow that others boy example and approach this other boy that you like and lay all the cards on the line. Fuko once again advises the use of the starfish as a romantic gesture gift. Once you figure out how this other boy feels, making a choice should be easy. After all, Fuko has no trouble quickly sorting out who she likes and dislikes, and it makes things so much easier once you do so.”
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Sept 11, 2011 1:23:44 GMT -6
Three of Hearts. Stating the obvious. She sighed, putting the card back into the deck and shuffling it again.
Surprisingly enough, Fuuko gave rather sound advice... It's just that I am indecisive. The problem must be with me. she thought.
She cut the deck, jumbled it again, and put it back into place. I should get two cards from it this time. she said to herself. Her fortune telling had a certain routine when she was doing it in school, but when it was just herself, and sometimes with her sister, she just did what she felt like doing. After all, fate plays tricks.
Giving Okazaki-kun a starfish aside, Fuuko was right... though if she was going to tell Okazaki about her feelings, well... she should tell Haru-kun first. But then... did she really like Okazaki enough for that? Perhaps, before all of these, before all the myriad developments, she would have said 'Yes' immediately. Perhaps she was shallow... shallower than she thought she was.
Even if a dating relationship wasn't exactly 'permanent', or 'for-life', not exactly, immediately a happy-ever-after... she felt she should decide properly. That was why she had not been able to give Kichiro-kun... Haru-kun... an answer.
She drew two cards and placed them on her lap, their backs facing her.
She envied Fuuko a bit. "I..." she began, tentatively. "I can't decide that easily which I like more..." she paused. "Which I like best." She felt almost idiotic, picking between two people, one who has confirmed he likes you, another that you once said you liked... she felt like turning into a blubbering heap. A blubbering heap didn't have these kinds of dilemmas.
Perhaps she was just scared if her decision would be wrong.
She flipped up the two cards. King of Diamonds. Jack of Diamonds. One looking sideways. One looking forward.
Stating the obvious again.
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whammy Guest
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Post by whammy on Sept 18, 2011 14:58:38 GMT -6
Fuko sat back and watched as Ryou pulled out her cards and began to practice it. With amazement, Fuko watched as Ryou laid out the cards. Admittedly though, Fuko had no clue what it was that Ryou was predicting, or what any of this meant. Still, if Ryou really could predict the future, then she was someone worthy of Fuko’s admiration. Maybe she would ask the girl if she could teach her on how to tell the future as well. There had to be some kind of starfish-based fortune-telling style, and if not, Fuko would make one up. After all, starfish had so many different uses; who said fortune-telling couldn’t be one!
Eventually Ryou stopped, and stated she could not decide which one it was that she liked best. Hmm, Fuko rarely ever had such a situation, so she wasn’t sure what it was that Ryou should do. Still, as the official advisor for this situation, she felt like she had to make some kind of suggestion on what to do. Fuko concentrated, just kind of staring at the floor and wood shavings she still needed to clean up. There had to be something that she could say to help Ryou out, but what that was she did not know.
”Hmm, unfortunately Fuko is not sure exactly on how to resolve this issue, but I’m sure that whoever you choose will be very happy to have you as their girlfriend.” Fuko responded. Since she still needed to get to cleaning up the wood shavings, Fuko continued sweeping them, eventually grabbing a hold of the dustpan and sweeping them up. Hopefully the whole cleaning thing wouldn’t take too long.
”Anyway, I’m going to have to go out and get more wood once I’m done here. I won’t be gone long.” Fuko commented. She felt confident she could get to the store and get the wood without any issues. Besides, Ryou might want some time alone with this decision, and Fuko didn’t want to bother her with such an important decision. Hopefully the person she chose would make her happy; Fuko always wanted her friends to be happy.
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