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[stressweets]

WHO: Tsukasa & you
WHERE: A variety of places, both in Recollé and outside of it... (which is just Pesgare) (for a weekend)
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHAT: It's an open post... and a catch-all. All-purpose post.
WARNINGS: None, will add if necessary

do. drawing in the city

[ Due to some recent... developments... Tsukasa's been putting a lot more effort into keeping himself busy, and that chiefly involves getting better at drawing people. Landscapes, flora, all of that? He's perfectly great at, albeit his style errs more on a loose, flighty style of watercolor.

But again. Getting better at drawing people. He can be found at a few of the parks doing studies on people, couples, animals, you... all of that. Looking vaguely frustrated and, at one point, just kind of. flopping back in the grass with the world's loudest groan.

Not that his attempts at it at the square are much better, where he ends up laying on the fountain's edge, looking at the water like he's considering rolling into it.

......Yeah, it really isn't going well. ]

re. drawing out of the city

[ "Maybe I'll have better luck somewhere new," he said, and then went to Pesgare one weekend when he wasn't busy.

Except Tsukasa doesn't handle boats well, so on the way he can be found leaning on the railing and looking more than a little miserable. He prefers these to like, airplanes? Definitely? But... boats... Three hours of this is awful, like at least it isn't walking into heat but Respartum had only been like an hour away...!?

When he's there though, he can be found resting his poor stomach on the side of the road for a bit before he starts sketching again. Those with a keen eye will notice, though, that he ends up drawing the sights more than the people... Pesgare is beautiful, and he needs to practice architecture anyway... ♪ Even if he's supposed to be focusing on people.

He can also be found just around, taking in the sights and... in the marketplace, taking in the smells. And the bakeries. And— look, he likes food, shush. Are you reaching for that last chocolat au pain or other tasty treat too? Tsukasa'll back off with an "Ah, sorry," though he'll look a little put-out at not being able to have it himself. ]

mi. wildcard

[ Nothing catching your interest/we already have plans/you wanna do class stuff (his electives are art and home ec, he's in Art Club)/maybe at work at the riding school and stables/whatever? Go ahead and throw me anything, I'll roll with it! You can also catch me over on plurk at flaired, or on Discord at Bella#4429; I'm quicker to reply to pings though, as a heads up. ]

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Even now... My dad does the same thing too, but I'm not really interested in history—well, some parts of history are pretty interesting, like the Kansei Reforms of 1787.

[ Hmm, what poem should he do... He'll just explain idly as he figures that out, glancing up every so often as he's naturally drawn to trying to work on this sketching business. ]

Color printing using woodblocks had been discovered about twenty years before that and grew into a style of graphic novel that's really similar to our modern day comic books... Gesaku. They weren't too popular with people in power though, since they exposed a lot of moral issues with politics and the like~. So in 1787, the Kansei Reforms started, and gesaku was banned, and its practitioners were punished, too. A lot of other reforms came afterwards too, until 1793, to try and help save the sinking ship that was the Tokugawa government's financial and moral standing. [ A beat. ] They sort of helped, at least as a temporary measure, but they ended up gradually being undone anyway...

[ ...ah, he knows ♪ ]

Sorry for the impromptu history lesson... I'm used to talking— well, not in English, but talking. I thought of a nice poem to recite too, so please bear with me a little longer...~ [ Ahem. ] "Winter's sharp breezes cannot compare to the warmth of your heart by mine. Your smile, tinged pink with cold— The snow falls, and so do I."

[chuusai]

But you get enough homework at school. With the poetry at least it's something you're interested in, too, but Japanese history is pretty niche...

[ That being said, he definitely listens as Tsukasa explains about the reforms. He's never been especially in touch with this part of his identity and this isn't exactly the sort of thing that gets covered in a basic high school world history course. That being said, comic books and especially Japanese ones are right up his alley so it's not hard to pay attention. ]

So it was government censorship which I guess makes sense if they wanted to prove some kind of moral higher ground but wouldn't that, you know, cost money? And if you're trying to look more financially responsible, is that really how you want to spend what you have?

[ Seems kind of backwards to Mao. If he was the troublemaking type, his mom would still be less likely to punish him if she had to pay someone to do it. He shakes his head at the apology though. ]

It's fine! Seriously. [ He's quiet again when Tsukasa recites his poem. It's... shorter than he expected, but at least it's pretty clear. ] That's really pretty. Was it about someone specific? And was it always in English? Because if you're not used to speaking it, you still wrote something really nice.

[stressweets]

[ The homework thing isn't something he can help, and he's doing reasonably well at keeping on top of it—among other things—but government talk... ♪ ]

It's always important to at least appear like you're in the right... Ah, as far as governments are concerned. That's why people go to such lengths in propaganda, speeches, et cetera. After that's cinched up, money will eventually circulate again... Hopefully. [ But there's probably a reason they didn't exactly stick around, so.

Tsukasa smiles a little at the praise though, giving a small nod. ] ...Mmm, it's about someone I really like. And it was originally in Japanese—that's all we really speak in my house, since my grandmother isn't very good at English, and I talk to her a lot when I'm painting with her—but translating it to English wasn't that hard. Really, the hardest part is keeping the syllable structure right. It's in the style of a standard tanka— five-seven-five for the upper phase, and seven-seven for the lower... That is, the first three lines and the last two lines. It's harder to illustrate that with speaking, but if you see it written, you'd get it a lot quicker.

[ ...He's lit up a little, he really loves talking about this stuff—it's as close to his heart as watercolors, or horses and chocobos. He's still not interested in going into academia, unfortunately for his parents, but still. ]

[chuusai]

[ Mao listens attentively to Tsukasa's talk about government, he really does, but it's still kind of lost on him. ]

I guess. Nobody wants their leaders to be wrong all the time, that'd destroy their confidence, but that still doesn't seem like the smartest way to spend the money to achieve that.

Mmmm, did you ever read it to them? [ No assumptions here about who but Mao's not immune to curiosity, plus Tsukasa really seems to like talking about this and it's easier than trying to talk politics for sure. ] It's not impossible to hear if you're listening for it, which I'd probably know to do if I knew more about Japanese poetry. "Win-ter's sharp bree-zes, can-not com-pare to the warmth..." [ He's counting on his fingers to prove he gets it. ]

Isn't that close to the way a haiku is structured? [ Haiku, the favored poetic form of every high schooler who has ever had to half-ass a poetry writing assignment. ]

[stressweets]

...I did, but they thought it was for someone else. [ Tsukasa's back to focusing on his art, but it's not be... okay, it's because he's a little embarrassed, but he's mostly still filled with an unsatisfactory upsetness that he shouldn't have.

It isn't Anya's fault at all; if he really wanted to confess, he should have done so. Even if she didn't return his feelings, but then it'd hurt her to turn him down, and that's unforgivable, too... Though— he brightens bit by bit, relaxing as he continues onto his Favorite Subject Ever. ] And nice catch~. It is, but a haiku's only the starting triplet—what sets it apart from tanka is the lack of an ending couplet. Tanka was popularly used for renga—it's a game where you write poems with someone else, like you'll start off your three lines and they'll finish it with two, and so on—and while the final couplet is very, very dependent on the triplet... It isn't the same vice versa.

So some people left off the last two and kept the hokku, the beginning lines, since it could be a stand-alone poem, and the name "haiku" was attributed to it a while later. Haiku wasn't that popular when it first started out though; it only gained popularity via Matsuo Bashou-san's works... ♪ [ He's a fan. ] He really redefined the genre and gave it a fresh start.

[ . . . ]

"An ancient pond, a frog jumps in, the splash of water" is a popular one of his... The syllables match up better in the original language, but I wasn't going to assume you know it or anything.