[It's a day or two at most since the majority of new arrivals are introduced to the town. Whatever building you happen to be currently occupying, the peace is about to be momentarily disturbed.
Enthusiasm and politeness are noticeable in Ryouta's entrance. His clothes look a little oddly-matched and oddly-fitting, and his hair is cowlicking up all over the place...but it's ruffled, not sloppy. He bows head and shoulders as soon as he's in the door.]
Excuse me! I'm here about the job. Thank you for meeting me!
[Maybe he's ended up at the wrong building, or maybe there's really a job opening posted...Judging by the stack of resumes and fliers he's carrying, he seems serious.]
(b)
[He's swimming.
He's trying to swim.
Doves aren't built for water activities, and Ryouta was never athletic to begin with. Now he's featherless and in possession of human limbs, all things he isn't used to. So for Ryouta, trying to swim is a futile flailing that flops him about five feet forward in the water. (That was a good line, some good narrative alliteration, he thinks; he'll have to tell - )
Getting distracted about drowns him, and Ryouta ends up spitting out water in a fit of coughs. His arms and legs go everywhere as he attempts to regain control, and despite a short bob beneath the water, his flirtation with the bottom of the pool is over quickly.
Rolling onto his back in the water, Ryouta floats motionless, hands crossed over his stomach.] Man... [pant] I think I've gotten worse.
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Hello? Is the manager in?
[It's a day or two at most since the majority of new arrivals are introduced to the town. Whatever building you happen to be currently occupying, the peace is about to be momentarily disturbed.
Enthusiasm and politeness are noticeable in Ryouta's entrance. His clothes look a little oddly-matched and oddly-fitting, and his hair is cowlicking up all over the place...but it's ruffled, not sloppy. He bows head and shoulders as soon as he's in the door.]
Excuse me! I'm here about the job. Thank you for meeting me!
[Maybe he's ended up at the wrong building, or maybe there's really a job opening posted...Judging by the stack of resumes and fliers he's carrying, he seems serious.]
(b)
[He's swimming.
He's trying to swim.
Doves aren't built for water activities, and Ryouta was never athletic to begin with. Now he's featherless and in possession of human limbs, all things he isn't used to. So for Ryouta, trying to swim is a futile flailing that flops him about five feet forward in the water. (That was a good line, some good narrative alliteration, he thinks; he'll have to tell - )
Getting distracted about drowns him, and Ryouta ends up spitting out water in a fit of coughs. His arms and legs go everywhere as he attempts to regain control, and despite a short bob beneath the water, his flirtation with the bottom of the pool is over quickly.
Rolling onto his back in the water, Ryouta floats motionless, hands crossed over his stomach.] Man... [pant] I think I've gotten worse.