Post by ryota on Sept 24, 2008 13:50:41 GMT -5
"Hmm," Ryota mused. There were plenty of ways to go about this, but what was to guarantee he didn't run into Misui and ruin the surprise? Well, it wasn't the greatest deal if his attempts to keep things all hush-hush were shattered. She was going to find out soon, and for the most part already knew his intentions. Misui knew he was going to give her a betrothal necklace, and it was a matter of time before he actually got down on one knee and proposed.
Wait, was that how they did it here in the north? Ryota was confused, mainly because his opinions of marriage and engagement were influenced by many other cultures in recent years. It was probably best just to be himself, despite how messed-up his proposal would be. Misui wouldn't care; that was a reason why he liked her so much. She didn't get mad or impatient when he fumbled over his words, either. He missed her.
Ryota was impressed at what work Shona had done. In the mirror, reversed, he saw exactly what he wanted. The characters were forever more emblazoned in his skin, marking a new era in his life. Against a background like caramel, the inky blackness of each stroke stood out. That was over, and he didn't even care...yet. After Shona mentioned the whole 'pain' aspect, Ryota was certain it would start to sting in time. But it was all worth it! That, and such pain paled in comparison to his overwhelming nervousness after that. Mercy, how was he supposed to go about this? What were the right words to say? Agh, why...? Why did it seem like there was so little time?
Ryota sighed. Shona did, in fact, do nice work on the tattoo, and needed to be thanked accordingly. Nodding to the older man, then to his brother, Ryota smiled. "Thanks. It means a lot to me." After that, he pulled on his shirt, tying it at the waistline with its normal cream-colored sash.
"I don't know how I can repay you..."
Wait, was that how they did it here in the north? Ryota was confused, mainly because his opinions of marriage and engagement were influenced by many other cultures in recent years. It was probably best just to be himself, despite how messed-up his proposal would be. Misui wouldn't care; that was a reason why he liked her so much. She didn't get mad or impatient when he fumbled over his words, either. He missed her.
Ryota was impressed at what work Shona had done. In the mirror, reversed, he saw exactly what he wanted. The characters were forever more emblazoned in his skin, marking a new era in his life. Against a background like caramel, the inky blackness of each stroke stood out. That was over, and he didn't even care...yet. After Shona mentioned the whole 'pain' aspect, Ryota was certain it would start to sting in time. But it was all worth it! That, and such pain paled in comparison to his overwhelming nervousness after that. Mercy, how was he supposed to go about this? What were the right words to say? Agh, why...? Why did it seem like there was so little time?
Ryota sighed. Shona did, in fact, do nice work on the tattoo, and needed to be thanked accordingly. Nodding to the older man, then to his brother, Ryota smiled. "Thanks. It means a lot to me." After that, he pulled on his shirt, tying it at the waistline with its normal cream-colored sash.
"I don't know how I can repay you..."