A Springtime walk and seeing new friends are almost the same thing [Active]

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Character(s): Saburo, open to all
Content: Saburo is selling (more like giving out) Illustrated Poems!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening time
Warnings: None--!


It seemed a bit egotistical of whoever this guy was, but who was he to question the mayor of this new place and how he shows himself around. Ah, and a fantastic place it was, very rustic feeling. Definitely something out of a fantasy novel or video game. And with a new and interesting place, there was a chance to set up an old shop he hasn't used in a long time.

Pulling out some paper and his pen, Saburo drew up a place mat for him to set down on the grass near the gate he came from. And then, he just sat there, observing people and drawing things every so often. Sometimes it was just portraits of people, other times it was interesting observations of people interacting. And every so often, he would wave at people and interrupt them with a simple question.

"Want to have an illustrated poem?"

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[whitelotustea.livejournal.com]

Iroh had felt he needed to investigate exactly why he had a note put on the door of his unfinished tea shop. He had thought it was some important notice of health or administration or safety. Instead, it was a requisition of dress code. While it was not a major issue for himself, there were others around him who voiced their concern. Noting that all the complaints were made from visitors, he began looking around and seeing how the same post had been made over and over again all across town.

During his walk, he overheard a small voice offering one of the strangest things he had ever heard. However, he was used to speaking with dragons, so his idea of strange was likely different to someone else.

"An illustrated poem, did you say?" he asked, peeking around a street sign, reading the same lawful decree as everything other shop window in sight.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

A poem? Saïx could hardly see the point of having even that, much less one that was illustrated. After all, they were far more the things of some of his colleagues than anything that he would care to. But still, there was a sort of advantage in that. He wouldn't have been expected to express interest. He wouldn't have been expected to stop.

And so, stop he did. After all, there was little enough to mark him as belonging to the Organization, with his coat gone. True, his hair and scar had a tendency to stand out, but they were no more than one might find on anyone. Certainly nothing that he would consider to be enough to put a hold to anything.

"For what purpose?"