[AQ] An Otherworldly Egg [Kouya/Juon]

[kouya]

An Otherworldly Egg
+ Description: So you’ve got this Guardian Character egg… You wonder if it could be worth spending some time getting to know it.
+ Ignore it, try to hide it away: -1 Guardians, +2 Roost
+ Talk about it with someone else who has one: +2 Guardians, +1 Faberge, -1 Roost
+ Have a conversation with your own egg: +1 Guardians, +2 Faberge
+ Ask a mentor about them: +1 Guardians, +1 Faberge, +1 Roost
+ Requirements: None
+ Submitted by Hatta


He threw the egg in his bag as soon as his roommate asked about it. Sure, it was probably an innocent enough question to start with, but Kouya still felt it necessary to hide it away. It probably wasn't a good idea to have it sitting around in his dorm all these years, but no one ever pointed it out before.

With the egg in his bag, at least he had the comforting thought that now, he could properly ignore the thing. Kouya went to class with that in mind and then promptly forgot about it. But on the other hand, it wasn't like he was actually going to class...

Kouya got distracted on his way to the main school building, taking a detour, or as Kouya liked to call it, "the scenic route". That really just meant he hid out in some inconspicuous corner of the school and tried to pet the stray cats.

Now, he was enjoying himself near the back of the main school building, crouched down by a bush and...meowing at something?

[Juon]

Juon tended to lock his egg up; it was much easier that way. Didn't have to worry about it bothering him during the day, didn't have to worry about anybody seeing it... even though there were quite a lot of complaints from it that he had to come home to at the end of the day. He didn't care all that much, exactly; as it was still far better than the alternative of it coming along and ruining his day.

And such was what he'd done that morning, as well, as he exited the dorms and headed to class, as well taking a detour for the sake of maybe seeing something interesting to photograph.

While he did see something interesting, he wasn't sure he wanted to take a picture of it--another student was crouched nearby, making weird sounds at a bush.

Looking around at first, confused, Juon sighed and decided that it would be weird no matter what he did--if he just ignored the guy, it'd be awkward to ever face him again, and if he approached, it'd be awkward just to be seen with him. Ultimately, he decided on the latter, simply to quell his own horrid sense of curiosity.

"Chirp, chirp," he offered to the guy, more ironically than genuinely.

[kouya]

Kouya didn't notice anyone talking to him at first, spacing out for another second while staring at the bush. When he finally did realize that someone was indeed talking--chirping--at him, Kouya turned his head slowly to the voice. At first, he only saw legs...legs wearing the school uniform. It took him another slow second to realize it was a person. He didn't stand up yet, looking one last time at the bush before meowing at it again. There was a rustle in the bush and something dark darted out and ran across the way to another bush on the other side of the school building. Kouya gave a frustrated huff of disappointment and glared at the bush and then glared at the legs.

"You scared him away," he said, finally getting up and looking at the owner of the legs. Standing up, he had to tilt his head down a little to talk to the guy. "You scared him away with the chirping," he repeated, his expression a mixture of irritation and disappointment...In reality, it was more of a kid's pout, "Crooks is scared of birds..." His voice was low and quiet, not accustomed to actually...talking to people regularly.

[Juon]

"You were meowing at it," Juon retorted to the other's accusation. While that didn't exactly prove anything one way or the other, it was his response nonetheless, as he wasn't exactly sure what else to say to that. He paused, then, though, as he realized that he'd referred to the cat by some kind of name.

Staring at the guy--trying to get a better look at him, trying to see if he really was some cat-speaking weirdo or not--he then piqued up, "Crooks? Is that the Cat?" his stare with one eyebrow raised was nothing if not highly judgemental. "Did you name the cat?" He didn't even know there were cats on campus, no less anyone who acknowledged them or... named them.

He worried slightly over this strange individual that he'd run into. Did he even want to be seen associating with someone like this? The thought put a grimace to his lips, and he shoved his hands a little further down into his pockets, shrugging his shoulders and deciding to try and look like he ultimately didn't want to be there. While he could've just walked off, it was true that he'd gotten himself too invested to leave just yet.

[kouya]

"'Course I named him, cats need names," Kouya said defensively, though his attention was turned away from Juon and looking at something forlornly in the bushes. He could've been thinking about some troubling important issue, but in reality, he was wondering if Crooks would come back to him. His mind would've been preoccupied with trying to understand how someone wouldn't name a cat, but he was worrying when the next time he'd see Crooks would be. His friend wasn't looking too good lately...

When Kouya finally turned his attention back to Juon, he furrowed his brow and looked at the guy with a question on his face.

"You're face okay, grumpy?" He asked, pointing a finger directly down at Juon's said grumpy face. He didn't mean anything rude by it, it was just...he was curious? Why'd he have to make a strange face? Did he not like cats?
"I'm not the weird one...you chirped," Kouya finally concluded after another moment of silence.

At this point, he'd completely forgotten about the egg in his bag. Turn out that ignoring thing is pretty effective, isn't it?

[Juon]

"But isn't it just a stray?" he went on to question, obviously not connecting with the ideas of affection this guy seemed to like to show to things. He wasn't much of a pet or even just an animal person, truthfully; so he lacked that sort of mentality that came along with that, which made things a bit difficult in the realm of connecting. They were just animals to him--not much beyond that. He frowned at his lack of understanding.

But when the finger pointed at his face, the frown deepened even further into a deem grimace. "Who's grumpy?" he shot back, though it was quite clear that he was, indeed, grumpy. Suddenly he was beginning to regret having initiated this encounter, but at the same time he had to continue to make sure that he could clear his Good Name.

... But again did the grimace stretch wider, until it seemed like unhappiness was consuming his entire face. "I was just trying to blend in," he piqued, suddenly sheepish. "You were meowing. It just made sense."

How exactly it made sense, he wouldn't be able to explain, though. It just felt like it did. That was good enough, right? ... Right.