heatherandsteel | (no subject)

Yamato, for his part, is not especially dressed up at all.

(But he probably will be soon.)

Quentin gets a bit of a double take when Yamato sees him, before Yamato approaches.

"You, er, you look -- nice."

His ears tinge as he hears and sees Yamato,

"Well, um, there's a fair or something ending and I thought you might want to go. There will be music and all kinds of food. Its not too far from the water."

Yamato brightens a little, and gives a quick nod.

"Sure. Er, give me half an hour to shower and get changed?"

"Great, I'll be here," Not that he would go anywhere but he'll wait.

There are literally zero silent 'oh god what do I wear I want to look nice' freakouts once Yamato's in his room.

None. None at all. Why would -- why would there even be any freakouts at all. Yamato's cool as a cucumber. This is nothing. He fought the Dark Masters.

(But then, MetalSeadramon never offered to take him to a fair.)

On an unrelated note, it turns out he can actually panic text Sora from Milliways, that's -- that's cool.

Anyway, about thirty minutes later, Yamato jogs downstairs, in a nice, pleasantly soft and high quality t-shirt and a leather jacket, hair still wet.

"Okay! Ready."

Quentin's eyes go to Yamato's hair and he tries not to think too hard about showers and stuff,

"You look nice, that shirt must be soft. I didn't know you had a leather jacket."

Yamato turns a little red, glancing down at the floor.

"Thank you, you -- I mean, I know I already said you look nice, but yeah, you, er, still look nice."

Smooth.

"We should probably go. I've got us a door not too far from the fair and you can try some weird American food,"

He crafts a disguise to hide his pink, pointy ears as he gestures to the door.

"Yeah, we should. I'm looking forward to seeing San Francisco."

"I hope you'll like it,"

As he opens the door, it leads out to a park with alternative folk music playing, a line of food trucks with horrible punny names and a wide mixture of people.

Yamato heads out, taking in his surroundings. He long ago stopped trying to control his tendency towards giving every new place a strategic once-over, so as he sweeps his gaze over the park, he takes a moment to log the entrances and exits, the areas big enough for Garurumon to operate in, any blind spots.

It only takes a few seconds, and then he starts looking at the park properly, taking in the food trucks and seeing if any catch his eye.

When they come out, he keeps an eye on Yamato to see what he thinks, "The ocean's not too far away, when the music's quieter, we should be able to hear it."

The food trucks have everything from waffles to Korean to fried everything.

Yamato smiles, nudging Quentin's shoulder. "Where should we go first, then? I'm in your hands."

"Let's go with some food and then the ocean while there's still light,"

He heads to a truck called Put it on a Waffle!.

"I'm impressed by how many of the trucks here have managed to work in puns," Yamato says wryly. "Must've taken some effort."

"It does, the right name and looks helps them do well,"

The menu of the waffle truck is impressive with seemingly everything from fruit to steak on a waffle. Quentin for a chicken and waffle sandwich and a tropical fruit waffle for dessert. Then waits to see what Yamato orders, then he'll pay for them both.

Yamato orders another chicken and waffle sandwich -- out of curiosity as much as anything, he's never had savoury waffles before -- and a chocolate and vanilla waffle for dessert.

Once he pays, Quentin walks towards the lights that are on the pier as behind them the band gets into a kind of shanty song. There's some balancing required and he spots a free bench, "Here."

Yamato settles down on one side of the bench, and starts on the chicken and waffle sandwich.

"This is -- good. I wasn't sure what to expect from it."

"Its a Southern thing and I like it especially like this with a nice mix of sweet and salty. The weather's behaving so far too,"

No fog or rain, he hopes that it stays nice.

"If it rains, we can always use my jacket as shelter until we find somewhere with a roof. Or an umbrella shop."

"Its San Francisco, there's always somewhere to go for shelter. What do you think of the music?"

"It's good. Folk music's not exactly my thing, but I like it. Do you know what band it is?"

"Oh," Its one of his favorites, well alternative folk, but Yamato is in a rock band. Quentin puts down his food and searches out a flyer he picked up, "They're called Animal Lore."

Yamato takes the flyer, giving it a quick read. "I should see if they're around in my world, when I get back."