Post by Shi Kipa on Jun 9, 2014 19:40:33 GMT -8
Kochi slumped his shoulders, and his glazed over eyes looked like someone who was hopelessly trying to explain something to a child. In order to turn Yuku's attention away from the sulking dullahan, Kipa began to speak. "A park sounds prefect. It's a good location, and surely Dametrius-sama is not so heartless as to have shut all of them down. If nothing else, he would keep them open to keep peoples Morale up so he didn't have to deal with another uprising. Alright, so we have a location down. Next, we need a name. Something that's catchy, and people can rally behind. How about...the ULTA? The Undead Liberated Thinkers Association. It sounds good. Plus, the anagram almost sounds like ultra, which is sure to grab people's attention. What do you think, Yuku?"
As his thoughts began to wander, so to did he, to the point of turning his back on Yuku. By the time he had turned around, looking for input, the young homunculus had his arms wrapped around Kochi's middle. Kochi, not too keen on hugs and the like, had his head raised high above the rest of his body, arms extended high in the air holding his head. What ARE you doing!? We do NOT know each other well enough to make THAT much contact. Make it a few weeks, and you MIGHT get enough for a handshake. Kipa hurried over and put his hands on Yuku's shoulders, partially to urge him away, but mostly to console the young one, who probably wasn't expecting such a negative responce at an attempt to make him feel better. "I'm sorry Yuku, but Kochi is a military man, one that came from Dametrius' army. You don't get to be a high-ranking official by trusting just anyone to be in your personal bubble. How about we go back to planning, yeah?" Kipa had seen enough of Yuku to know that he was, in fact, much like a child. He needed gentle tones and a steady hand to help him through certain kinds of things, an outburst like what Kochi had being one of those things.
As his thoughts began to wander, so to did he, to the point of turning his back on Yuku. By the time he had turned around, looking for input, the young homunculus had his arms wrapped around Kochi's middle. Kochi, not too keen on hugs and the like, had his head raised high above the rest of his body, arms extended high in the air holding his head. What ARE you doing!? We do NOT know each other well enough to make THAT much contact. Make it a few weeks, and you MIGHT get enough for a handshake. Kipa hurried over and put his hands on Yuku's shoulders, partially to urge him away, but mostly to console the young one, who probably wasn't expecting such a negative responce at an attempt to make him feel better. "I'm sorry Yuku, but Kochi is a military man, one that came from Dametrius' army. You don't get to be a high-ranking official by trusting just anyone to be in your personal bubble. How about we go back to planning, yeah?" Kipa had seen enough of Yuku to know that he was, in fact, much like a child. He needed gentle tones and a steady hand to help him through certain kinds of things, an outburst like what Kochi had being one of those things.