Kalira's Randomness

‟We’re going out; would you like to come with us?” Keith asked with a smile. Ryan glanced down reflexively; mostly he was used to it - and he made damn sure it didn’t show on the odd occasion he was thrown - but even he hitched for a moment from time to time looking at them. Not so much at the sight of Keith’s daemon herself - he was one of the most obvious people Ryan had ever met - but. . . Nina - he was almost positive, and wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t always a sinking plink of guilt - took a step forwards and sat beside Keith, leaning against his thigh . . . and both right alongside her and at Keith’s other side, two almost identical dogs waited. ‟Out?” Ryan paused; Keith was wearing running shoes. ‟Running?”

‟Mum?” ‟Oh! Luke!” Sarah Jane sniffed a little, rubbing her face quickly; probably trying to hide the gesture, Luke assessed, and so he should allow her to think that she had succeeded. People didn’t like their attempted deceptions to be seen through. ‟What are you doing up?” she asked, voice soft. Luke frowned slightly.

I am a simple creature; I see a pair of twins with deep and interconnected issues and natures no one else can quite understand or match and I-

It took almost a week - and several refined sketches made by people who could actually do those things, because while Ainosuke’s designs were sensible Langa was aware that his own weren’t very helpful - but finally Langa had more of an idea what he wanted, and Ainosuke had chosen his own updated look to complement it . . . or at least, a basis to move forward from. Langa frowned as he crossed his arms, taking a step back, and Ainosuke turned fully towards him instantly. ‟My darling?” Ainosuke questioned, and Langa shook his head. ‟No, it’s not right. I don’t like it.” Langa said, huffing a little. Ainosuke barely glanced at the screen. ‟I thought you liked this design best?” He frowned. ‟We can, of course, go back to one of the others,” he tapped a button, scrolling to another image, ‟or start over on this-” ‟No, not that either.” Langa said, shaking his head again.

‟I have begun to prepare the arrangements.” Tadashi supplied, and Langa glanced at him, surprised. Only a little, he guessed, because Tadashi did always know what Ainosuke would want, and usually had it ready before he even asked. ‟When you have decided upon your persona, Langa-kun,” he inclined his head, ‟and the designs have been settled, the timeline can be determined and all is ready to proceed for such an event.” ‟Excellent.” Ainosuke said, rich with satisfaction, and Langa sat down to watch as the tailor finished with his boyfriend. It was much less of a scramble than when it had been him, he kept thinking. The man prodded for answers when he stepped away again, focusing on Langa, but Langa frowned, shaking his head, and leaned thoughtlessly back for space, and Ainosuke dismissed him promptly, Tadashi stepping forward to escort him away before he could say anything more. ‟We’ll call him when we’re ready.” Ainosuke said dismissively when Langa apologised - he hadn’t really thought. . . He wasn’t sure what he wanted to choose, but he definitely couldn’t with a stranger leaning over him impatiently, in his face, and he hadn’t even really thought that much yet. ‟When you have chosen what you would like, he can begin work on a design to your specifications; he doesn’t need to be here for that, we can send him the information later and he will do as he is hired.”