A quick sketch! I shouldn't be keeping you for very long.
( she rests her sketchpad on her thigh and leans in slightly over it as she makes a couple of initial lines with a small, much abused piece of charcoal. glancing up at him at intervals, she asks after a few seconds: )
[He chuckles, slightly nervous, but takes a seat anyway, trying to hold still unless she'd like him to face a certain direction, take a certain pose, etc.]
Arpad Kovacs. And yourself, miss?
[He's anglicized the pronunciation of his last name; normally "cs" makes a "ch" sound in Hungarian, so "Kovacs" would be pronounced "Kovach", but he pronounces it the way an English speaker with no knowledge of Hungarian might; "Kovaks"/"Kovax".]
If you'd turn your face a little more to the right, chin up, monsieur Kovacs!
( she pronounces it like him, thinking nothing more of it, drawing the angles of his face with hands that are familiar with every motion. pursing her lips, she keeps glancing up, then back down, then up again, before she finally gives her own name, too.
she, however, pronounces it wholly french, no attempts at helping out an english speaker or anyone else. )
Sylvie Gallard. I like people who show their character in their features.
[He smoothly obeys her instructions without complaint.
Arpad doesn't make a point of visiting France often, nor is French one of the (several) languages he's fluent in, but he's at least familiar enough with it to not have any problems pronouncing her name now that he's heard it.]
I'm not sure what that means, mademoiselle Gallard, but thank you!
[There's laughter in his voice, even if he restrains from actually laughing in order to try and keep still.]
I'll take it as a compliment.
[The art style of his canon doesn't have noses for anyone so we have no idea what it looks like, but I like to think he has a proud aquiline nose. Somethinglikethese (left). Both because I like convex noses and think they're attractive, and because I think it would look good on his face.]
[He slips the Noh mask off and hands it over while making sure to cover his face with a sleeve the whole time. The moment he is sure that the mask is secure, he quickly turns around to wipe his face, muttering something about somebody cutting and cooking onions right next to the window and what idiots they are.]
[With respect if not understanding, Tomoe immediately turns away as soon as the mask is in his hands. Certain women can't tolerate being seen without make-up or with their hair uncovered. Whatever the reason, he doesn't try to peek.
Even if curiosity is killing him!!
Thankfully the mask is a distracting balm. It's very well-crafted, and while he feels somewhat as if he were being rude by staring openly at something so face-like, he still looks at it appreciatively.]
Cooking onions? What a strange time for a BBQ.
[Not that he can smell anything as pungent as that but he won't exactly pry even if he does want to do a smidge of investigation.]
My name's Tomoe, by the way! It's very nice to meet you.
You're telling me. Some folks get the weirdest cravings at the worst times- ah! Shit!
[More furious wiping because his eyes were apparently just taking a break from their watery protest.
It's also a good thing that he isn't prying, because there isn't much that'd have made sense in Douman's explanation. "I used my youkai powers to slip into the wrong house while taking a shortcut" would hardly make sense to most.]
Likewise, and thanks again. I'm Nura- no, Do- ahhh damn, you know what? Just call me Acchan.
[Introducing himself as the legendary youkai "Nurarihyon" would be weird, and his real name "Ashiya Douman" is also still rather well-known in some corners of Japan. So his nickname will have to do.]
Would you sit for me?
no subject
((idk if you wanna do prose style or brackets style for this, so just go with whichever you'd like and I'll try to match))
brackets it is, then!
( she rests her sketchpad on her thigh and leans in slightly over it as she makes a couple of initial lines with a small, much abused piece of charcoal. glancing up at him at intervals, she asks after a few seconds: )
Can I ask your name?
no subject
[He chuckles, slightly nervous, but takes a seat anyway, trying to hold still unless she'd like him to face a certain direction, take a certain pose, etc.]
Arpad Kovacs. And yourself, miss?
[He's anglicized the pronunciation of his last name; normally "cs" makes a "ch" sound in Hungarian, so "Kovacs" would be pronounced "Kovach", but he pronounces it the way an English speaker with no knowledge of Hungarian might; "Kovaks"/"Kovax".]
no subject
( she pronounces it like him, thinking nothing more of it, drawing the angles of his face with hands that are familiar with every motion. pursing her lips, she keeps glancing up, then back down, then up again, before she finally gives her own name, too.
she, however, pronounces it wholly french, no attempts at helping out an english speaker or anyone else. )
Sylvie Gallard. I like people who show their character in their features.
( like you do, it means. )
no subject
Arpad doesn't make a point of visiting France often, nor is French one of the (several) languages he's fluent in, but he's at least familiar enough with it to not have any problems pronouncing her name now that he's heard it.]
I'm not sure what that means, mademoiselle Gallard, but thank you!
[There's laughter in his voice, even if he restrains from actually laughing in order to try and keep still.]
I'll take it as a compliment.
[The art style of his canon doesn't have noses for anyone so we have no idea what it looks like, but I like to think he has a proud aquiline nose. Something like these (left). Both because I like convex noses and think they're attractive, and because I think it would look good on his face.]
Nurarihyon/Ashiya Douman | Yohaji | ota
no subject
no subject
[He slips the Noh mask off and hands it over while making sure to cover his face with a sleeve the whole time. The moment he is sure that the mask is secure, he quickly turns around to wipe his face, muttering something about somebody cutting and cooking onions right next to the window and what idiots they are.]
no subject
Even if curiosity is killing him!!
Thankfully the mask is a distracting balm. It's very well-crafted, and while he feels somewhat as if he were being rude by staring openly at something so face-like, he still looks at it appreciatively.]
Cooking onions? What a strange time for a BBQ.
[Not that he can smell anything as pungent as that but he won't exactly pry even if he does want to do a smidge of investigation.]
My name's Tomoe, by the way! It's very nice to meet you.
no subject
[More furious wiping because his eyes were apparently just taking a break from their watery protest.
It's also a good thing that he isn't prying, because there isn't much that'd have made sense in Douman's explanation. "I used my youkai powers to slip into the wrong house while taking a shortcut" would hardly make sense to most.]
Likewise, and thanks again. I'm Nura- no, Do- ahhh damn, you know what? Just call me Acchan.
[Introducing himself as the legendary youkai "Nurarihyon" would be weird, and his real name "Ashiya Douman" is also still rather well-known in some corners of Japan. So his nickname will have to do.]
Take me with you.
Alastor | Hazbin Hotel