Reiko Touyama skip skip skip. Reiko has a skip in her step. She's in a good mood, despite the incoming winter. It's mid fall, at least. She didn't get her koi pond finished this year, alas. Between... apocalypses and emergencies and Hiroko, she hadn't much time to have it finished. That's okay! There's always next spring and summer to finish the enclosure!
She steps through the gate- she's been here before. Surely, she isn't a new face to anyone else here.
She steps up to the door and knock knock knock~ She's tempted to say 'fish-o-gram~'. but she doesn't.
Instead she just politely waits. She does, have a bag with her, that isn't her school bag. More of a tote bag with a flap that closes. It has an orange clownfish charm hanging off the strap behind it-- probably because Reiko thought it was cute.
Girls and Charm-anythings pretty much go together in Japan.
The knock on the door is met with... nothing. At least immediately. Then it's answered Eilam actually. "...hey. Come on in." His attire at the moment was fairly relaxed. In the comfort of his own home? At least when he's not feeling terribly under the weather, Prince Charming here wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just a long, loose tank top with a pokemon design on it - specifically Mew - and a pair of pink clothy shorts. Certainly not the most becoming look, especially since his hair wasn't exactly well kempt either, kind of a messy look, as if he had slight bed head.
Eilam stepped back and said rather simply, "Close the door behind you. Did you need anything, or just... come to talk? If nothing important, we can go to my office? It was where I was before you knocked. Comfortable chairs, computer... it is a computer room so I suppose it /would/ have computers."
Reiko Touyama ohs! Eilam answers. "Oh! Hello Eilam-kun! I'm here to visit! and--I have something. For you. Don't worry. Not more food~" she says with a grin. She notes Eilam's dress. This isn't surprising to her. He's home. She imagines she looks like this when she's home and not going anywhere.
She is dressed in her usual outfit. Light blue jacket, shirt, jeans, shoes- all that. Nothing fancy either. Most certainly not a dress.
She follows along to the office. "Oh. Were you doing work?" she asks softly.
She follows along, blushing just a bit as she taps her bottom lip, thinking.
"Or just browsing online." she says. She wonders things in the back of her head. She wonders if Eilam spent a lot of time in Libraries or books before Computers and the Internet were invented.
"I try to limit my work to certain periods of the day, to stop from driving myself crazy. I have had problems in the past where I feel the need to just... do everything. As soon as I can. As long as it takes, because I know that while I have time, others do not. But... I have learned that if I allocate myself time, and now thanks to electronics, I can do so a lot more efficiently and not cause myself problems."
It was a short trip down the side hall until he stepped into a simple open-faced elevator. More of an aid to get from the lower floor to the top, no need for doors or lights or anything like normal elevators have, just a recess in the hall where one can step inside onto a marked platform and press a button to go up. "Stand here, this is an elevator. Just... simpler. Pressured from below, no need for strings or containers. A lift, I suppose, would be a better phrase. And.. thank you, for whatever you have. I am sure I will cherish it for a long time yet." After all, he still has things from when he was much younger that were gifts. He... has a thing for gifts.
The lift was quite quiet, a smooth ride up courtesy of the lift and he stepped off towards a door which he opened and came inside. It was... well, he /was/ moderately rich. Not Richey Rich rich but he had no need for income. And as a result his 'office' was rather a luxury room by comparisons. A large 4k tv on one end with a comfortable-looking sofa in front of it, on the other side of the room a couple of matching recliners with footrests and several computerscreens hanging from the ceiling like some futuristic movie, the cords and such running into the ceiling with the mounting stands on pivots. Even an attatched tray that had a resting place for a keyboard and the mouse. On the computer screen was... a cat video. Of course it was a cat video. This one happened to be a muted paused video of a cat holding onto and licking a vacuum cleaning attachment.
Reiko Touyama gets on a lift. Wow. That's neat. "Well, yeah. I figure someone who effectively lives forever probably still needs time management." she insists. She walks in and blink, woah this is some setup! All she has is the old desktop computer that dad upgraded last year from in her room. It's still a pretty nice machine though.
It at least plays most certainly not illegally obtained roms of Pokemon Gameboy games. Nope.
(It does.)
She eyes the video and blinks with a head tilt. "Sometimes I wonder what we were amused by before cat videos." she smiles a little smarmily.
DShe sits down comfortable to the closest spot as she places the tote bag on her lap as she opens it. She begins to pull out a large rectangle that's wrapped in brown wrapping paper. She gently removes the tap holding it on and unwraps it carefully, rather than ripping it off.
She unvielssssss!
Well it's a picture of Eilam! The setting seems to be a bench in some park-- maybe Penguin Park, given the layout of the trees behind him and the inkling of a path in front of the bench, from the side. With his cane. He is giving, a jaunty smile. The kind that he gives- when he happens to be teasing her. For some reason.
She grins. "What do you think?" she asks. "I had to. Draw it from memory." she says. "Fixing it. Shouldn't be too hard- if you want something fixed on it. S'why I brought my portrait supplies with me." she nods matter of factly.
"...Usually. I just do intricate drawings." she says. "But. I wanted to do something special." she says. "So I went a little all out." she says with a warm smile- and a little blush.
"Reading. Though for a while people were convinced reading is as bad for you as they claim video games are now. New trends scare people. Art. Hobbies. ...surviving. Leisure is not always something a lot of people have had opportunity to appreciate."
When Reiko finally seems to unveil the actual art, however, Eilam stares at it quietly. Listening, perhaps. It did make him smile, torn between saying something that she might not like, and something she would. "That is the first... art of myself I have ever had. Though it might disappoint you to hear why. But, I would rather not lie to you. No, it is fine and I... appreciate it, no need to change. For so long I have gone out of my way not to have any art of myself, or photographs. Even on ID's and School Photos, I have gone out of my way to get by somehow, or pay others to remove such things as needed eventually. Paranoia is painful, hm? Given I have tried so long to hide and never leave any traces of myself when I depart."
Stepping closer, Eilam reaches out to touch it lightly, feeling the picture, curious what medium it was, if he could feel any textural differences or not. "Maybe it is time I just... stopped. The thought worries me, certainly, but at some point in this new age where everything is digital and... records are everywhere, perhaps. It is nice to think you have such a clear image of me in your mind, though. Do you see me often in your dreams, or just have a good memory?"
Well, he was walking to sit on the couch, but perhaps he was smiling in the same regard.
Reiko Touyama gently head tilts as she listens, she purses her lips, then frowns a bit. Both. In sadness, and a little bit at herself. Did she screw up again? Yes, yes she did. She is the worst... something.
Ugh!
The portrait seems to be done with oil paints- it has that texture to it- of dried paint- mixed colors. Reiko doesn't like when she says she's a good artist. /She's a good artist/.
"Well..." she says. "The best things about drawings... instead of pictures..." she says.
"Is that portraits are just your mind of paper." she says.
She sits besides Eilam and head tilts. "Well. I mean. There's a saying I heard, and that's--- 'It's not if you get caught, it's when.'" she says.
"Eventually, someone's going to have question, that needs an answer and maybe they might figure stuff out, maybe they won't." she says.
She moves to sit beside him on the couch as she smiles a bit. "Like. All I need to do. Is label the art with a name on the back. 'Lord Cutebutt the First, Lord of Something-Or-Other' and people years from now will think it's that person." she insists.
She blinks a bit as she blushes when he asks about. Thinking. and Memory. OHhhh then there's a terrible blush. "Well. Maybe. I dream. Of you." she says as she taps her fingers together. "But. Mostly. I do have a good mental picture of you. In my head." she says softly.
She does not elaborate on the dreams, but if Eilam's read a Shoujo Novella or Manga before- they probably involve a lot of flowered borders and sparkles and bokeh lights.
"Cutebutt? Come, Reiko, and here I thought Japanese girls were polite. Staring at my butt, though... oh my." Reaching to the table next to him, Eilam picks up his phone and presses a few buttons on it before music can be heard turning on. Nothing romantic or anything of that sort, just some low-volume j-pop type music. "And I have been... caught before. But less because of my mistakes or chance, and more because others have taken advantage of my generosity. But you are right, it will happen eventually. I mostly try to mitigate the damage out of concern. If that disappoints you in hearing that, then... I am sorry that ruins how you might see me, but truth told? A lot of what I do is out of worrying. Which might even seem strange to you given my... immortality."
Eilam placed the phone back where it was only to reach over and attempt to take Reiko's hand in his. So forward! Well, not really. Kind of. It was something. His hand was slightly cool at the moment. "I am happy you can draw me from memory, though. It means you care, and that means a lot to me. Do you need anything, by chance? Clothes, or supplies or such? While it is not my intention to spoil you or... buy you whatever comes to mind to get something from you, I am happy to show my appreciation to someone who seems to appreciate me as well. I could get you a credit card of some kind to help with whatever things you need. Not that you are by any means in need of charity, but surely you have some things you've wanted that you are not at liberty to obtain? No point in having wealth if you cannot help others enjoy themselves and all."
Reiko Touyama huffs in embarassment! "I have not stared at your butt!" she insisted. Then she mutters. "Maybe only glanced at it. Once." or twice. She insists.
She keeps her arms crossed against her chest. She'll never admit she likes the teasing, ever. But yet she still keeps putting herself in positions for it.
She head tilts. "You keep offering stuff like that." she says meekly. "I'd feel bad accepting it. Because I don't want to loose it and suddenly you're in trouble." she admits.
"How about..." she thinks.
"If there's something I want and it's out of my reach...." she thinks. "I'll just puff my cheeks up and ask you anyways?" she asks. "If that would make you happy?" she asks.
"Less. Responsibility that way." she admits. "Not that I don't think I'm responsible." she says.
"But I don't wanna be greedy." she says.
"Greed never. Really ends well." she says softly.
She smiles some. "So deal?" she asks with a grin and a smile.
"If that's how you feel, very well. But do not mistake wanting things for greed. There is nothing at all wrong with wanting something. I have been around quite a while. To me? If you want something, and you have the means to get it, go for it. As long as you are happy, that is what matters. Unless something else you care about should be put in front of that happiness. Perhaps others happiness, if you value such. But I sound more preachy than I intended. And careful about puffing those cheeks up, they might get kisses until they deflate."
The brief mental image of Reiko blowing around like a balloon had Eilam chuckle softly to himself. "But that works for me certainly." And without too much warning, Eilam shifted and leaned lightly against Reiko's shoulder with his own, palm on the couch cushion between them.
Touch. Just light against her shoulder. Yup. There's the blush again. Or maybe it never left to begin with. Still!
"Well." she says, leaning her head toward's Eilam a bit. "I guess you're right." she says. "I just don't want to be a bother." she admits.
She smiles a bit. "So are you going to hang the painting up, or put it away and just look at it when you want to?" she asks. "I mean. It's up to you. I didn't even frame it." she admits. "Frames should be left up to the person looking at it all the time, or owner." she says.