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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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This is Takao at Lemon Leaf at [street #, Apprassage]. I apologize for not being able to take your call at the moment, but leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I'm able to.

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[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.]

[wordcarvings]

[ 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.

[wordcarvings]

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?

[wordcarvings]

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!]

[wordcarvings]

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...]

[wordcarvings]

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!

[wordcarvings]

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...]

[wordcarvings]

[ 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. ]

[sharplydressed]

With a pace like this? Totally!

[People don't usually expect fashion designers to have a history with competitive kendo either, so maybe that's why he can accept the idea so easily, even if it's not true. There's something to be said about keeping fit and creative energy, anyway - a good run or workout always helps him clear his head before designing.

V is a fortunate simple chicken soul and doesn't need to worry about complex things like that, though. He's just running his chicken way through the woods, doing his chicken best.]

[wordcarvings]

[ That’s a relief. And understandable. It wasn’t like he hated martial arts, but it was never what he wanted to do with his life (which his father couldn’t forgive), and it’s nice to have an excuse that someone would believe.

But it’s not like it’s actually possible to compete with a chocobo, as long as you’re human and not somebody with unnatural speed, so the chocobo is still going to win. ]

[sharplydressed]

[AND WIN HE DOES. Good work, V... V keeps running for a little bit, not understanding the basic concept of a race, but stops when he realizes he's not being tailed by Kashuu anymore.]

Ah, good work, good work! A predictable outcome but not bad at all.

[wordcarvings]

[ V might not have practiced racing people before.

Koutarou rubs a hand through his hair. ]

Yeah. Chocobos really does run fast.

[sharplydressed]

[He gets an A for effort and a gold star for trying, anyway. And soon some treats, too!]

Right? It's super impressive! Too bad we'd look like weirdos just riding 'em around in the streets, they'd be faster than biking.

[wordcarvings]

We’re probably the only ones who would think so. There is police who use them, at least.

[ But it does look very silly. ]

[sharplydressed]

Eh, seriously? I haven't seen any yet... [Probably because he sticks to the most urban areas of their town.

Either way, he'll hold the bag of food out!]

Ready to give him a snack?

[wordcarvings]

I haven’t seen them more than once, but I’ve heard a fair bit of comments about it.

[ Being best friends with a cop and all. ]

Yeah, sure.

[sharplydressed]

[Funny stuff, the weird shit that happens in Recolle...]

You can pick whatever you want, he likes all of this stuff.

[Mostly it's treat-type things in the bag, like little honeycakes and granola bars.]

thread wrap?

[wordcarvings]

[ He picks out a honeycake and offers it to V, just a little hesitantly because this is new. ]

A lot of sweet stuff?

[ And then they fed and played with V a while longer. ]