__██ | ωιη∂σω ρ-α-ι-η | Yoko-chan~~//

[Yoko_Matsubishi]

Kid, hang over here
What you learning in school?
Is the rise of an Eastern sun
Gonna be good for everyone?

"Sure. I don't mind. Come on in; extra apron's over there if you want it." Unable to help from arching a brow in silent inquiry as to why Kojuro as a full grown man would be wearing something like that, eventually Feng just decided it wasn't worth figuring it out, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and took his place next to the slightly older male; coming from a rather large family Feng had learned to cook a long time ago despite the fact that he rarely got the chance to. "You know...you're kind of like bocchama~" Tching, the molten eyed martial artist frowned and sighed, reaching for the spare apron but ending up having difficulties with the ties; the last thing he wanted was to be compared to the guy that had made his childhood friend so unhappy. "Always trying to protect the ones you care about, but sometimes it just doesn't end up the way you want...And nonsense, you were just trying to help. If they're meant for each other, then they'll get back together." Awfully optomistic, wasn't he? "Bocchama is a bit of an idiot when it comes to things like this, but he means well, really."

"I just want Fern to be happy, is all," Feng confessed quietly with a heasitant scowl. "He always puts other people first, all the time..he deserves a little something extra for all the time he invests in people like me." Not that Feng was going to admit that half of that time tended to be dedicated to making sure he kept his temper under control. "And it's not fair for him to be hanging around someone that's just gonna screw his life up, make him overthink things." Blunt, but honest; at the very least that was the one trait he shared with the younger male.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The first thing Jian took notice of was a cold, wet nose pressed up against the palm of his hand; almost immediatly and reflexively he reached a hand out to give the wriggling creature a scratch between the ears. Truthfully Jian had always wanted a pet or two, but seeing how his sister and mother had been born allergic to all sorts of things, it probably wasn't going to happen anytime soon. The second thing he became aware of was a smaller but more densely built presence, heralding the arrival of Tetsu in much closer a proximity with a suspicious looking gaze that Jian recognized immediatly as wanting to ask a question but not being sure how to say it; he'd often seen it with Tsuki, before the brunette had accepted whatever strange relationship he'd had with Nagi.

"Please don't be afraid to ask whatever you'd like," Jian encouraged, even though he knew it was probably going to bite him in the a**; still though, whatever questions Tetsu had, the immigrant was sure he had a right to know the answers to. And most likely it was going to involve whatever strange relationship was still intact between him and Nagi..not that he was going to enjoy it, but it was far too late to back out now. "I can't say for sure you'll like the answers you'll get, but I can at the very least be honest."

YOI x YAME x WAKARIMASEN

O.O.C : Sticking Jian's post with Feng's since it's kind of short. Actually they're both kind of short...urgle.
Ooooh, drama! XD That sounds a lot like Jian, actually....self sacrificing ukes.

 

[Yoko_Matsubishi]

]Kid, hang over here
What you learning in school?
Is the rise of an Eastern sun
Gonna be good for everyone?

"Well, let's start by finishing dinner. You sure you can make something edible?" Rolling his eyes, after heasitating for a few seconds and finally managing to figure out the apron ties, the martial arts fighter loped his way over towards the counter, reminding himself not to get violent; after all, Kojuro was only teasing and Jian was always telling him to keep himself under control, to stop taking everything so seriously.

"Just because I hit people and break things for a living doesn't mean I'm a caveman," The molten eyed man snorted with a crooked grin, an epxression which rarely showed up. "My mom taught me how to cook when I was pretty young; more like she forced me to learn, but it comes in handy." Fortunately Feng's tournament skills had managed to keep his large family substantially well off, but that didn't mean much when there were at least six mouths to feed at any given time.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"Jian hurt Nagi." Sure was a blunt kid, wasn't he? Though with his being raised around Nagi, Jian had to admit it wasn't really all that much of a suprise. "Nagi doesn't go out anymore." That was rather suprising; in all the time Jian had known the scrapper, whenever he found himself faced with conflict or emotional trauma his first instinct would have been to go out and pick a fight to the point where the immigrant would have ended up having to bandage him quite heavilly. "Jian doesn't like Nagi?" Well with a face like that, how exactly was Jian supposed to go about coming up with a satisfactory answer?

"It isn't like that," The long haired twenty one year old assured. "It's more of...well....how to explain it." Leaning back against the wall with a sigh, Jian attempted to puff his bangs away from his face though all he ended up doing was re-settling them in an even more inconvienient place. "I like Nagi well enough....but he's not very good at giving me straight answers. We went to school together and he hasn't changed very much; he's always fighting and getting himself in trouble." Wouldn't have suprised him if Nagi came rounding the corner any second, but in any case Jian was too deep into admitting everything to stop now. "But in all the years I've known him he hasn't been able to admit to much of anything, and I can't spend all my time waiting for him to do that. So we decided it would be better to just take some and think, that's all." Truth was, Jian already knew how he felt about Nagi; but if he couldn't get an answer then there wasn't a point to admitting it.

YOI x YAME x WAKARIMASEN

O.O.C : *pats head* The curse of having an active imagination, I'm afraid. I used to do that, but I couldn't commit to rps so I had to limit my output.

 

[Yoko_Matsubishi]

I could never be that for you
I could never take your cloudy skies and make them blue
You keep on telling me I light your day
You're hanging on to every word I say
I could never be that for you, that for you

"Jian likes Nagi...but...Jian is with Fe..." Unable to help from smiling at the boy's difficulty to pronounce his friend's name, the immigrant made sure to keep quiet and let Tetsu work the pronounciation out; cutting in wouldn't do anything except make him flustered, after all. "Feng?" At first Jian did nothing to deny it; sure they were together, they'd been spending time with each other since both of them had been very small. However, after fully grasping the concept that Tetsu was suggesting, the twenty one year old coughed in suprise; probably not the best idea to suck in so much air so quickly, but the mere idea of the two being together in a romantic way was the farthest possible relationship Jian had with the golden eyed man.

"I'm not in a relationship with Feng," Jian was quick to assure the smaller boy with a smile. "Where I was born, Feng and I were very good friends, and that's all we are. He's here to take part in some martial arts fights..I'm not sure why he insisted we come visit you, he doesn't listen very well." Despite that however, Jian was aware of the fact that out of all of the people he'd ever spent time with, Feng was the only person he could truely call a friend; nobody had ever made it so clear that he could be trusted as Feng had, so even with his impulsive nature letting go of him was something the immigrant had never been able to do. "But enough of that. How about some fresh air? I'm sure Kojuro won't mind if you play with your puppy outside for a bit."

Of course, in opening the doors, Jian hadn't accounted for Nagi to be right there; that left the question of how much he'd actually heard, but in being optomistic Jian chose to beleive he hadn't heard any of it. "Oh...我向你道歉 (my apologies)", The long haired male murmured, though what he was apologizing for, he wasn't quite sure. "I was just going outside for a bit, thought Tetsu might want to come along." Anything to avoid directly looking the older male in the face, to be honest.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"You should smile more, you know. You look cuter when you do." Naturally, Feng's first instinct was to be suspicious, and as such his brows knitted together and his eyes narrowed almost immediatly, but in seeing how matter of factly and conversationally Kojuro touched upon the subject the martial artist eventually settled for quirking a brow.

"I'm not cute," Feng muttured, but in knowing Jian was right around the corner the last thing he wanted to do was argue the point so much that he ended up getting in another fight. After all, he was really only here to support his friend, no matter if he knew it or not. "Thanks though..I guess. You're suprisingly less annoying then I thought you were." Not much of a compliment, but as good as it was going to get with Feng.

Put it on the line
Wear it on your sleeve
It's up to me now
But I'll never

✤ Make your broken heart begin to beat

┏━━━━━━━━━┓

xx

O.O.C Beleiving doesn't make it so, Jian! XD
Oh, erm....well, Yoko writes all her rp ideas down in a seperate test thread and gives them all release dates; that way the ideas aren't bouncing around, and I have timelime by which to actually make them.

 

[Yoko_Matsubishi]

I could never be that for you
I could never take your cloudy skies and make them blue
You keep on telling me I light your day
You're hanging on to every word I say
I could never be that for you, that for you

"No, that's okay...I just came...to check on you...." Jian smartly said nothing about the fact that grown men didn't need check ups, instead doing his best to avoid looking directly at Nagi; had the floor always been that color, because it sure looked different from two minutes ago. "Uh...Where'd your....Where did your friend go? Did he leave?" Akwardly rubbing at his arm, the immigrant tossed his head meaningfully in the direction of the kitchen; no way Feng would have left him here by himself, not when he'd been the one to suggest coming over in the first place. Fortunately enough however, Tetsu was quick to wriggle his way inbetween the two and Jian was more then happy to let him do as such; out of nothing else but the sake of being polite, the long haired male chose not to listen very hard in respect to what they were discussing...but it seemed intense. "くそガキ. Kojuro's in the kitchen, go bother him." And just like that, Jian was alone with Nagi again, though the twenty one year old had to wonder why Tetsu wasn't headed towards the kitchen even slightly. "Do you...still want to go outside or...?" Sighing, Jian flicked his gaze upwards in the direction of the taller man, watching him through the shelter of his tempermental bangs.

"If I don't then Tetsu would be outside alone, wouldn't he? It doesn't seem very intelligent to leave a child unsupervised." The younger man responded quietly and easilly, like he wasn't incredibly anxious and unsure of what he was supposed to do in a situation like this; Jian had already promised himself that he was going to be patient with Nagi, let him take as much time as was required. "Besides, some fresh air might do me some good; Feng seems to be rather preoccupied, and I'd hate to get in his way while he's cooking.." The martial artist had made it pretty clear early on in their meeting that with Jian's ineptness in the kitchen, it was better to just not go in. "You're welcome to come too, if you would like...though I suppose I shouldn't be doing the inviting since I don't live here," He tapered off with an anxious smile; if they were going to be doing some talking like he had a feeling they were, it was probably best not to do it where Feng could get up in arms.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"I'll take that as a compliment, thanks~" Though Feng was sure to nod his head in response, he didn't bother with continuing the conversation, instead focusing on making sure he didn't cut himself with any knives and the like; unlike Jian, the martial artist had never been one for constant interaction with others, and rather preferred the quiet. "So you're going to take part in a martial arts tournament?" Unable to help himself, Feng's lips split into a very easy smile at the mention of it.

"You could say that; it's more of an exhibition then anything else, but the senior representatives like myself are fighting for sponsorships so we can attend some out of country matches. If I do well enough I might even to go to a few summits, fight some of the best in the world." But even if there hadn't been those kind of stakes there was no denying that the golden eyed male was excited for the chance to get on the mat and show off a bit of what he'd learned...hopefully he'd be able to get Jian to come and watch. When asked if he would be leaving town as soon as the exhibitions were over, Feng shrugged, just the slightest uplifting of his shoulders. "I'm not sure; originally yes, that was my plan, but that was before Tsuki dragged me into Fern's reltionship affairs. So I guess whatever happens with him will dictate my staying or going." More or less it had always been like that...but for some strange reason it had never been much of a bother.

Put it on the line
Wear it on your sleeve
It's up to me now
But I'll never

✤ Make your broken heart begin to beat

┏━━━━━━━━━┓

xx

O.O.C Hope it works for you!
And for some reason, I'm not happy with this post.