(open) feed your artists.

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Who: Yusuke Kitagawa and you!
Where: The diner & the gardens
When: The beginning of May
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: A starving artist wanders off on his own to explore parts of Wonderland that would grab his interest. Hijinks ensue.
The Story:

A. the diner

[ The idea that there were a number of options for food — none of which actually required any real form of currency, apparently — was almost overwhelming to Yusuke at first. With the key word there being "almost," naturally. He'd made his way down to the dining room to glance over at it briefly — charming, of course, and it certainly meshed well with the aesthetic of the rest of the mansion but in a way, it seemed like it was missing . . . something.

So after a bit of wandering, Yusuke makes his way to the diner (one floor up from his own room, he notes — far more convenient, at least). He steps in quietly, glancing around briefly before making his way over to a booth in the corner. It was, of course, a perfect place for people watching, after all. Settling in, he takes a moment to really examine his surroundings, then tilts his head to one side in consideration before he speaks to no one in particular. ]

It really is quite charming in here.


B. the gardens

[ Sustenance is all well and good but after a bit of dithering about, Yusuke is just about ready to get to work. After all, what sort of artist would he be if he let such lavish and detailed surroundings go unsketched? Surely the inspiration he'd been looking for could be found somewhere within Wonderland's various pockets. So first? Back to where he'd started off, now that he's managed to procure a sketch pad and a decent set of pencils from his closet.

Anyone passing through the gardens may find a young man standing near the fountain with said sketch pad, brows furrowed in deep concentration as he glances from the lilies back down to his pad, hand gliding across the page and etching out neat strokes. Occasionally, he stops and chews at his lip briefly, tucking the pencil behind his ear and the pad under his arm as he lifts his fingers up as if to frame it in his mind.

. . . at least whatever it is he's drawing looks nice. ]

Comments

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A . . . fun aspect to the messiness?

[ Admittedly, he had been put off by it at first, but that statement gets him to take another look. And come to think of it, he had a point. No, it wasn't just a "fun" aspect — it was the very innate nature of the hot wing to be "messy." ]

. . . I see. The sauce is the very essence of the meal, its texture and color representing the vibrant nature at its core. Incredible . . .

[ He makes his way over without any further hesitation, peering over at the meal briefly before turning his head back towards Asgore, giving him a short bow. ]

It is indeed a pleasure to meet you— [ come to think of it, how does one politely refer to a former King of Monsters and current conoisseur of hot wings? Dreemurr-san? Asgore-sama? Hot Wing-ou? ] — ah, would you prefer I simply call you by name then, sir?

[alphyswhatsabara]

Please, just call me Asgore. There's no sense in keeping up old formalities after you're dead.

::He pauses to eat a wing, but then thinks better of it after picking up the bright orange delicacy::

I'm sorry, maybe that sounded like we were both dead. I have no idea if you arrived here without dying. I came here after my death, but perhaps you had a nicer time of it. I certainly hope so. And, by the way, young human, what is your name?

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Asgore, then. I see— wait.

[ It's like a record scratching in his head. He jerks his head up at that abruptly because— how exactly does that work? Really? Then again, he seems rather calm about it. Maybe it's just a metaphor.

A metaphor that he keeps saying over. and over. and over. ]

I . . . don't believe I am? I should hope not, at least. [ pauses, then shakes his head. ] — yes, where are my manners. My name is Kitagawa Yusuke. As I said, it's a pleasure.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Ah well, if you do not remember dying before you came here, then you are not likely dead. Unless, I suppose, you died in your sleep. But you seem a bit young for that.

It's nice to meet you, Kitagawa Yusuke. You have a name like the names of the people from the a-ni-mes that my royal scientist likes. Are you from an a-ni-me, or just the place that makes the a-ni-mes?

::He takes the opportunity to start tearing into two or three more wings while you reply.::

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I highly doubt that.

[ Surely it's a metaphor then. Best not to think too hard on that for now.

He tilts his head to one side, trying to parse what exactly he's talking about before it registers. He doesn't even bat an eye at the aggressive munching; his friends have been much worse around sweets, after all. ]

Do you mean anime . . . ? It's from my country, yes. I'm Japanese.

[alphyswhatsabara]

::It's not. He's dead. A flower killed him. That flower was actually the reincarnated and heartless soul of his dead son. He still doesn't know that part. Hahaha.::

Ah, wonderful. I have seen three episodes of Mew, Mew, Kissy Cutie. It is about a series of girls who become kitten-themed superheroes. Alphys, my ex-scientist, showed them to me; it is her favorite program.

I think that, uh, there are some other people here from Japan. I met a very nice young man who was a high school, uh, morals committee member? Something like that.

::He reaches out for another hot wing.:: Would you like to try a hot wing? Please, help yourself, there are many and also they are free, so I can always get more if I need to.::

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I'm afraid I have never heard about that. But a . . . morals committee member? Hmm. Perhaps they are a part of the student council back where they're from.

[ He considers that for a moment, but that thought is interrupted by offer of food. And being the starving artist that he is, how could he possibly say no to that? ]

— if you wouldn't mind then, yes. I am rather curious.

[ He eyes them for a moment carefully, studying the shape and how dispersed the hot sauce is across them. After a moment, he reaches over and plucks one up with his thumb and index finger, managing to hold it in a fashion that keeps the sauce from dripping all over his hands and onto his clothing, taking a bite. ]

— hmm.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Yes, something like a student council. Anyway, perhaps you can meet up with the other persons where you are from. I usually find it relaxing to spend time with other monsters who came here from the Underground.

::He looks happily at you eating the hot wing.::

Do you like it? It is only the 'medium' spiciness. But it is still very orange.

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Are there many of them here? Other monsters, I mean.

[ And if so, what were they like? He wouldn't mind meeting them and learning more. At the very least, Asgore seemed friendly enough. ]

It is . . . unique. I am not entirely sure how I feel about it, to be frank, but it is quite filling at least.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Ah well, there is Alphys, my former royal scientist, Sans, who is a skeleton guard, my ex-wife Toriel, Nickleback, who is a ghost, and TV's Mettaton, who is a television robot host made by Alphys. So there are quite a number of us. There used to be my captain of the royal guard, Undyne, and another skeleton guard, Papyrus, but they've both left.

::Oh right and also that other one.::

And, uh, my son. Was here for a time. But is also gone.

::Wow okay he took a sudden, massive downturn in general demeanor, hahahaha. Sure is drinking way more of that tea than you probably thought he would have.::

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I see.

[ He pauses, nodding somberly in response. Of course it's awkward — he gets it, being an orphan himself. Family is precious and when it's gone— well. It's gone. What more needs to be said? ]

. . . Still. That's quite a number. Far more than I've ever met, in any case. [ even if that number right now is at "one." ] But I suppose it must be similar for you in turn, with us humans.

[alphyswhatsabara]

Ah, yes, well. There are many more humans here than I am accustomed to, for certain. Although I did adopt a human child a long time ago... and so I am more used to humans than some might expect.

::Asgore looks around sort of awkwardly.::

Although, well, I must be up front with you, Kitagawa Yusuke. May I share something uncomfortable with you? I am sure you will hear about it before long, if I do not explain it to you.