kotetsu felt like a lost child as he stood in one spot, watching the throng of festival-goers walk past him. At forty, it was rather embarrassing that he had to resort to such pedestrian tactics to find his partner. The cold skewers of syrup-lathered dango was evidencce enough of how long he had been looking for Barnaby--Well, to be fair, it was only one skewer left.... That and two empty bottels of beer he had yet to discard. It wasn't his fault searching made him thirsty and everything was complimentary tonight. But once his expert detective skills failed to sniff out any signs of his partner, Kotetsu was forced to move out of the crowd and against the railing that kept staggering drunks from falling into the river.
Pleasantly warm from the alcohol, the older man rested against the wrought-iron railing and stared forlornly at the last of his dango skewers. It was already cold; there wasn't any reason to keep it around for Barnaby since it wasn't at its peak of flavor and deliciousness. Barnaby expected the best and to give him any less was an insult to the both of him. Obviously, he needed to cover up the evidence of his failure by eating it!
Opening his mouth, Kotetsu tucked away two of the rice balls and chewed with the zeal of an overstuffed chipmunk. Out of the crowded noise of vendors and passersby, a strange beeping sound came from around him that he couldn't quite pinpoint. After it sounded again, he thought of checking his smart phone when he realized it was coming from his new watch.
If I don't hear from you soon, I'm leaving.. The message from Barnaby sobered him right up. Frantically touching buttons with his chin to compose a new message back to him, Kotetsu eventually stuck both wooden wkewers in his mouth as sticky fingers typed out: Im sorry!! I didt hearit go off. Where r u? Im by teh rivr aroun the yak-- Crap! how was he supposed to describe the booths around him if his partner didn't know anything about Japanese food, let alone what they were called? Ok u kno the bigd ragon? Im liekin t middle of it.
Hopefully Barnaby wouldn't seriously leave him here! They hadn't even looked at half the festival yet.
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Pleasantly warm from the alcohol, the older man rested against the wrought-iron railing and stared forlornly at the last of his dango skewers. It was already cold; there wasn't any reason to keep it around for Barnaby since it wasn't at its peak of flavor and deliciousness. Barnaby expected the best and to give him any less was an insult to the both of him. Obviously, he needed to cover up the evidence of his failure by eating it!
Opening his mouth, Kotetsu tucked away two of the rice balls and chewed with the zeal of an overstuffed chipmunk. Out of the crowded noise of vendors and passersby, a strange beeping sound came from around him that he couldn't quite pinpoint. After it sounded again, he thought of checking his smart phone when he realized it was coming from his new watch.
If I don't hear from you soon, I'm leaving.. The message from Barnaby sobered him right up. Frantically touching buttons with his chin to compose a new message back to him, Kotetsu eventually stuck both wooden wkewers in his mouth as sticky fingers typed out: Im sorry!! I didt hearit go off. Where r u? Im by teh rivr aroun the yak-- Crap! how was he supposed to describe the booths around him if his partner didn't know anything about Japanese food, let alone what they were called? Ok u kno the bigd ragon? Im liekin t middle of it.
Hopefully Barnaby wouldn't seriously leave him here! They hadn't even looked at half the festival yet.