[Hopefully you weren't in need of a map today, because there's a good chance that any stand you happen to visit has been entirely emptied of them. Luckily it seems like someone's inadvertently left a trail behind that leads straight to wherever they've been carried off to.
If you decide to follow the loose maps, you'll end up finding a lot more of them-- though they're a bit hard to recognize, given that they've been folded into dozens of origami animals, sitting all over the ground in front of and around a bench. On said bench is Kubo, working on folding another map, though his focus is easily drawn away from it and towards whoever approaches.]
Oh. [He looks at the map in his hand, then across the area towards one of the empty map stands, and finally at the large number of folded maps at his feet.] Sorry. Did you need one of these? You can take one.
[He takes one of the maps, folded into the form of a cat of some kind, and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
I ran out of normal paper.
C
[Kubo doesn't... hate his job. It'd be a stretch to say he enjoys it, but it's not the worst as much as it's just really boring. It makes money, sure, but why make money doing something boring when you could make more money doing something you're good at? He wouldn't feel as bad wasting it on snacks frequently if he had some extra to spend.
It's not like there's a rule against making money outside of work, anyways. At least, not one that he knows of, though he figures if he gets dragged into the mayor's office because of this he won't really be surprised. After work hours, he sets himself up in the center of a pavilion, shamisen drawn and ready to play. It may not work the same way it did back at home, but it's still good for making music, and that's all that matters here.
Before he starts playing, he takes a hat he's bought at one of the shops and sets it upside down in front of him, turning to address any onlookers with one hand poised to strum.]
Before I start, if you like the music-- or even if you don't like the music-- consider offering your feedback in the form of money? Just... please don't tell the mayor. [Better safe than sorry?]
Kubo | and the Two Strings
[Hopefully you weren't in need of a map today, because there's a good chance that any stand you happen to visit has been entirely emptied of them. Luckily it seems like someone's inadvertently left a trail behind that leads straight to wherever they've been carried off to.
If you decide to follow the loose maps, you'll end up finding a lot more of them-- though they're a bit hard to recognize, given that they've been folded into dozens of origami animals, sitting all over the ground in front of and around a bench. On said bench is Kubo, working on folding another map, though his focus is easily drawn away from it and towards whoever approaches.]
Oh. [He looks at the map in his hand, then across the area towards one of the empty map stands, and finally at the large number of folded maps at his feet.] Sorry. Did you need one of these? You can take one.
[He takes one of the maps, folded into the form of a cat of some kind, and offers it in an outstretched hand.]
I ran out of normal paper.
C
[Kubo doesn't... hate his job. It'd be a stretch to say he enjoys it, but it's not the worst as much as it's just really boring. It makes money, sure, but why make money doing something boring when you could make more money doing something you're good at? He wouldn't feel as bad wasting it on snacks frequently if he had some extra to spend.
It's not like there's a rule against making money outside of work, anyways. At least, not one that he knows of, though he figures if he gets dragged into the mayor's office because of this he won't really be surprised. After work hours, he sets himself up in the center of a pavilion, shamisen drawn and ready to play. It may not work the same way it did back at home, but it's still good for making music, and that's all that matters here.
Before he starts playing, he takes a hat he's bought at one of the shops and sets it upside down in front of him, turning to address any onlookers with one hand poised to strum.]
Before I start, if you like the music-- or even if you don't like the music-- consider offering your feedback in the form of money? Just... please don't tell the mayor. [Better safe than sorry?]