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koutarou kurashiki

Let my art be the sound of my soul / Let it reminisce of the good times / Let it scribble the lines of the bad times / Let it bloom with excitement / Let my art be a representation of me / Just let it be me 

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[ Koutarou is not very hung over at all, which honestly, he probably should be, but he’s never really had a problem with that for years. He wouldn’t have been late to his appointment with Kashuu even if he had been hung over though. ]

Are you very hung over?

[ Because he seems like it. He remembers how it was like when he first started drinking. He should have brought him something greasy or something, to help against it. ]

[sharplydressed]

Ugh-- A little, yeah.

["A little very hung over". Well, it's not strictly incorrect...]

I went out drinking with a guy who really, really knows his way around bars... It was a lot. So, uh... sorry for like, all of this.

[GESTURES just to his entire self.]

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[ A guy like that, huh? ]

I've done that in the past too, but there are ways to avoid making it get too bad, you know.

[sharplydressed]

Yeah, I just got way outta hand. Too excited, maybe?

[He's just weak to hype and there's nothing more hype than a 21st birthday being celebrated at multiple bars throughout the night.]

I should be fine for the day, though. I'm pretty tough.

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That might have been it.

[ There is something called 'TOO hype' though. He should be more careful next time. ]

That's good, but if you need a break you should take one.

[sharplydressed]

[He discovered firsthand what "too hype" looks like... He'd sworn off drinking in the morning, even, though of course that won't actually happen.]

I will, don't worry. [Take a break, that is. HE'S NOT SELFLESS ENOUGH TO KEEP GOING IF HE NEEDS ONE...]

But aaanyway, are you ready to go meet V?

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That's good. [ Yeah, don't treat the hangover too badly. ]

I am, yes.

[sharplydressed]

Let's go, then! He doesn't live too far from here so finding him shouldn't be a problem.

[TIME TO GO INTO THE WOODS, exciting...]

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Alright, please lead the way, then.

[ Because he sure doesn't know where they’re going right now. ]

[sharplydressed]

Just this way!

[And away into the woods they'll trundle, until they get to a point where it's difficult to see back through the foliage and into the city itself. Around then, he'll pull what appears to be a little bar of granola out of a bag...]

V! V, c'mere!

[Silence...

And then a distant wark!]

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Oh.

[ He has been around chocobos a few times before, but only to sketch them. He doesn’t actually know much about them. ]

[sharplydressed]

[He's about to learn a little more, because here comes V, barreling out of the nearby bramble...! He's very large and very grey, unfortunately.]

V! Here you go, get over here.

[V also apparently loves food, since he immediately trots over to snatch up that oat bar with a happy wark.]

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[ Since Koutarou doesn't know if the bird was grey or not before, it’s fine that it’s grey. ]

He’s very big.

[sharplydressed]

Right? Isn't he cute?

[MAYBE NOT THE RIGHT WORD...]

D'you wanna feed him a little after the race? We can start at this rock and go over to that tree.

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Quite so.

[ Though he honestly prefers horses because this with chocobo's doesn't ever stop feeling weird - it's nothing against chocobo's, it's just the entire art history having been changed, which. he. hates. But still, each to ones own and all that. ]

It would give me an opportunity to get to know him at least a little bit, at least. [ Is that the race track? ] Okay...

[sharplydressed]

[Kashuu also isn't too fond of chocobos on a whole, honestly. Mostly just V, who he became ridiculously attached to for no real reason...]

You'll like him! He's really sweet.

[And he'll start leading V over to the "starting line" now... This janky race track.]

Should we do a three-two-one countdown?

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Is that so?

[ He smiles at both of them, and follows Kashuu and V. ]

I suppose. But, um, how is this supposed to work, exactly?

[ Do they compete against the chocobo. That's also a chocobo race. Sort of. ]

[sharplydressed]

[THAT IS... a very good question.]

I guess we could race him? We'd definitely lose, though... Or someone could ride on him and race the clock instead!

[Both are certainly types of races!]

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Well, seeing how far behind or how close we come could be something we could see, by racing him. He would not be spooked by that?

[sharplydressed]

Nope! Probably not, anyway... We've run all over the place with him and he mostly just gets upset if you drop his food on the ground.

[Which is why he's extra careful handling V's treats now...]

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That’s good to know. It would be a shame for food to go to waste. But if he won’t get scared of it then maybe we could do that.

[sharplydressed]

Mm, yeah! It should be fine.

[SHOULD BE.

But no it'll be fine, V is hard to spook! He'll lead him on over to their appointed starting space.]

You can do the honors of the countdown!

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Okay. Ah, on 'go' then.

[ They just have to line up then, right? So once that's done... ]

Three, two, one, go!

[ And, well, he's actually pretty fast and nimble, which probably will help in this case. ]

[sharplydressed]

[V also just seems content to play along, and starts running when they do just because?! Why not, probably.]

Wow! You're fast!

[V IS ALSO FAST so it looks like this'll be a competition between him and a zoomin' chicken, since Kiyomitsu falls behind pretty quickly. Mostly because he doesn't want to risk breaking a heel out here in the woods...]

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[ The weirdest chicken race. He doesn't get the chance to just run very often these days though, it's nice to do it. ]

Would you believe me if I said I was on my school's track team?

[ Which he wasn't. He was not in any club, because he was supposed to go back home to the dojo to train. But maybe he asks it rather than states it because it's not entirely common for artists to be on track. ]