you're facing down a dark hall | may and june catch-all

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Who: Paul Atreides, Chozen Toguchi, various
What: May and June catch-all, closed and open starters
When: May and June
Where: Throughout Trench

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[toguchi]

[ Chozen flaps a free hand around Daniel's outstretched towel a few times, an ineffective warding off he doesn't mean in the slightest. He doesn't really mind Daniel's fussing, the way he always seems to need to have his hands involved in any problem that presents itself. It has been an adjustment to get used to having his shirt collar absently straightened, his back patted in passing, the crook of his elbow touched whenever Daniel wishes him to move out of the way, but not a bad adjustment.

Thus, he eventually submits, turning his face into the towel more like a kitten scrunching up its face to receive a mother's tongue than one grown man letting the other pat him dry. ]

I never get sick from rain. Green tea and long walks.

[ Local beverages and meandering exercise: the tried and true remedies for all that ails you recommended by aging populations around the globe. ]

What are you working on, Daniel-san? Plans of attacks?

[miyagimagic]

[ As long as the towel isn't actually being batted away, Daniel just continues his attack fussing if it's not being met by enough resistance. Maybe it's just that everything feels so rapidly out of his control lately that he's helplessly clinging to the one thing he feels like he can do here.

Even if that one thing, right now, is just helping his friend dry off.

Though the fussing seems to stop when Chozen arrives at that question. Perhaps because Daniel believes the other's face is sufficiently dry, or maybe just because the question catches Daniel off guard, his expression turning a touch more sheepish - perhaps even outright embarrassed. ]

Ah.. Something like that.

[ Even if thinking about it that way feels embarrassing too. Like him overly fussing over his own failure. ]

It's just-- just dinner plans for Robby. [ Daniel shrugs, but there's something helpless about it. Like he's trying to present it as something casual, but is rapidly failing in said execution, always a little more honest than he'd like to be on the outside. ] I thought I'd try making something he'd really like.

[ As if that would somehow be enough to turn the tide on the awkwardness that has resided between the two of them for a bit now. ]