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Uendo Toneido’s Alters - Uendo, Patches, Kisegawa, & Owen

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"Please, I'm quite alright! No need to worry about me. The masses have more common sense than you're giving them credit for, I feel." If these drivers were incapable of avoiding such a simple obstacle, they shouldn't have been on the road to begin with in all likeliness. He'd been in a hurry, anyway.

While the prosecutor's barked concern was touching in its own unique way, it felt strange considering Uendo had been under fire by the very same man and his companion only days ago in the courtroom-- and for good reason. Perhaps it was wishful thinking.

"And besides that, I was hoping for a conversation with you and not a history lesson."

Uendo took steps to meet Blackquill's side and gave a small pointing gesture with his fan, silently encouraging him to keep on walking to his destination. Seeing as he had nowhere else to be in this little dreamscape he'd tag along, provided he could keep up with the samurai's strides. With a considerable difference in height came noticeably shorter legs.

"So! Since we both have questions for each other why don't we make this an even exchange? I'll answer one of yours, you answer one of mine and we repeat. Does that sound fair?"

Simon didn’t envy those who decided to get around by car in Hive City. One second traffic could be proceeding as normal, the next some random natural disaster or all-powerful god looking to level an entire sector could make their lives a nightmare. Driving in crowded cities in his own universe was stressful enough - why would anyone take the risk here? He’ll stick to walking, thank you - the streets were just an accident waiting to happen.

Case in point,

Simon could only look on it dumbfounded disbelief as as some oblivious airhead sprinted across in total disregard of any and all traffic signs. Putting aside the fact that he must’ve had the devil’s own luck to cross completely unscathed, he appeared to be heading in his direction. Just when Simon thought to make a break for it and divorce himself from that mess, hearing his own name come out of the man’s mouth made him pause. He couldn’t place it at first, but the man’s bubbly tone felt strikingly familiar. He turned to get a better look at his face, at which point the connection was finally made.

“…Uendo?”

Laughing his sides off at rakugo performances, enjoying soba in good company…these memories were the farthest thing from his mind the past few years, but they all came flooding back. The promising young rakugo artist in front of him had certainly grown in the past eight year, but he was still recognizable as that up-and-coming star Simon looked forward to seeing every week after work. The fact that he even still remembered him after he was locked up all that time was…a touch flattering, he had to admit.

“Uendo, I’ve a mountain of questions for you myself, but first and foremost,”

“You pillock! Don’t you have any brain to speak of?! You were nearly roadkill!”

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If there was one thing Uendo prided himself on it was adaptability, but even he had his limits.

There was nothing to convince him this wasn't a very elaborate dream, setting aside the reality that it had already been two days since he'd collected himself in that stark white room. His nerves were beginning to raw just a touch under his veneer of calm-- it was about time for him to wake up, wasn't it? Early to bed and early to rise was his balance. Perhaps something of Shishou was lingering to teach him a lesson and stay his eyelids?

Just when that idea bubbled to the surface, a figure swathed in raven black caught the corner of his eye from across that busy street. A double take was enough to tell who it belonged to, as the embroidered sigil and ponytail the size of a large cat were things still fresh in his mind.

Uendo, the very picture of serenity, closed the fan he'd been flitting with a quiet snap and immediately made to cross the macadam so as not to lose the man. Never mind that his target didn't seem to be going anywhere fast, that Uendo himself was at least twenty feet away from the crosswalk on either end and there was more than one vehicle incoming. Miraculously he came to the other side unscathed, save for the ringing in his ear that the screech of a veering motorbike had caused. That had been one well executed parabola.

"Yoohoo, Siiimon!" Subtle as a sledgehammer. "They have you in on this too, I see! A moment of your time? Penny for your thoughts?"

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i would die for him

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