"That seems like a pretty inefficient mode of travel... watch your step here." He sidesteps a pit in the ground and reaches behind himself to help JW past it.
JW takes a break from being a shit to listen. He doesn't want to be the one who ends up stumbling and hurting himself. However, once they've passed the pit, JW does not let go of Ginko's arm.
Ginko laughs quietly, the faintest tinge of color rising to his face. He's really not used to this just yet. "I'm going to need that back later, you know."
With his feet on level ground again, JW was able to pay better attention to Ginko. He noticed that tinge of color but didn't think a whole lot of it. Yet. They were both pretty out of practice (or a complete greenhorn in Ginko's case) and naturally JW had lit up once they met up again earlier.
JW took hold of the mushi master's arm with his other hand and drew him closer as if he were climbing a rope, only stopping at his shoulder. "Sorry, pal, but you're gonna have to pay rent."
Another quiet burst of laughter, and Ginko's shoulders hunched a little as his face turned another shade pinker. "That might be a bit of a problem; don't really have a lot on me right now."
And then he stood there. With absolutely no intention of letting go, still grinning widely. With one hand firmly grasping his shoulder, his other takes hold of Ginko's hand, lifting it up and inspecting it like one might a fish at a market.
He laughed and looked back to Ginko's face--and then Ginko's life got about ten times harder because JW noticed. Oh, wow, he looked like a fresh cut of salmon. He did that? In the span of time they were apart, the world-walker was afraid that Ginko would realize he'd made a mistake or just change his mind or something like that.
But if his face did that when JW was only playing with his hand, that couldn't be the case. Ginko really did like him back. A lot. A wave of relief rushed over him. He entwined his bony fingers with Ginko's and lifted his arm high so that he could duck under it.
"Yeah, see, that's why I need it to work." Oh no what was he doing now. Oh no oh god Ginko was going to die. "What if I just gave you an... an IOU or something."
"Yeah?" With Ginko's arm across his shoulders, he deliberately leaned his chest against Ginko's. His lack of any kind of bulk couldn't even make the shorter man lean. It was so hard for JW to keep from cracking up at the sight of poor Ginko's face though. He cocked his head innocently to one side.
"Y-yeah. You give me my arm back, I do my job... I can pay you back once I get paid for it."
He could not believe this conversation was happening, but at the moment it was taking enough focus for him to organize his thoughts enough to keep up the whole banter thing.
"Hmmmmmm," JW gave Ginko's hand a squeeze. And like that, he released him, ducking out from under his arm and taking the lead down the path with a grin. "Alright, but I'll hold you to it!"
Ginko let out a breath he hadn't quite realized he was holding, shooting JW a shaky grin. "Right."
It was another few minutes before they reached the house. Ginko slowed to a stop, glancing over his shoulder at JW with a slight smile. "Let's get on this, then."
"You lead the way, Sherlock." JW gave him a goofy salute.
The farmer came to the door and thanked Ginko again and again for coming on such short notice. JW was without his antlers so he didn't get much of a look, much to his relief. He also behaved himself in the man's presence but once the door was shut, he turned to face the fields.
"They don't give you a lot to go off of, do they?"
After the usual routine - assuring the farmer that it was no trouble (it wasn't, honestly, and he could REALLY use the money), and that he would do his best to solve the problem (he always did), Ginko turned toward the fields as well.
"Not really. But that's fairly typical... generally, they don't have much to go on themselves." He walked over to examine the area, tapping at the ground with a food before crouching down to prod at it.
As much as he loved to see Ginko do his thing and put that brilliant brain of his to work...being the one without the special sight made things a little boring. He watched the boyfrando poke at the earth for a little while before waltzing over and sitting squarely on his back, throwing one leg over the other.
Given that JW wasn't all that heavy, this wouldn't pose too much of an issue... if Ginko had been even remotely prepared for it. As it was, though, he hadn't exactly been keeping the possibility of this happening in mind, and it was only thanks to planting his hands on the ground to steady himself that he managed to keep from falling on his face.
"Takin' a load off! Just like I said." He leaned down and propped his arms on one knee. "What are you looking for down there? How d'we know the ground just aint frozen solid?"
He grunted when JW leaned over, but made no effort to push him off, instead just resuming his poking at the ground.
"For one thing, it's not cold. At this temperature, it should at least be starting to thaw toward the top, but it's rock-hard all the way through." He tapped a knuckle against the ground. Sure enough, he might as well have been knocking on stone.
"Well, there's one that can turn them to wood... and that one that covered a town in rust one time. But it's not quite the same."
He frowned down at the ground, thinking. "My guess is that there's a mushi acting as sort of a bonding agent... there are a couple that could be responsible in that case."
"Seems awful specific that it'd pick just...some poor asshole's whole garden. Now if it were a faerie, that'd make sense. But..."
He finally leaned up and off of Ginko, relieving him of his chair duties so that he could walk down one of the rows. He kicked at the tiny piles of snow that remained on the wiry grass. He supposed he could let the man do his job. For a little while.
JW started to hum to himself--that same old Beatles song.
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Now that his breath was returning to him, he gave Ginko a small, teasing grin and elbowed him.
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"This is mine now."
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JW took hold of the mushi master's arm with his other hand and drew him closer as if he were climbing a rope, only stopping at his shoulder. "Sorry, pal, but you're gonna have to pay rent."
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And then he stood there. With absolutely no intention of letting go, still grinning widely. With one hand firmly grasping his shoulder, his other takes hold of Ginko's hand, lifting it up and inspecting it like one might a fish at a market.
"It'll do."
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"Well, ah... good to hear it's acceptable."
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But if his face did that when JW was only playing with his hand, that couldn't be the case. Ginko really did like him back. A lot. A wave of relief rushed over him. He entwined his bony fingers with Ginko's and lifted his arm high so that he could duck under it.
"It's got a good grip though. Hard to find."
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He could not believe this conversation was happening, but at the moment it was taking enough focus for him to organize his thoughts enough to keep up the whole banter thing.
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This was not over by a long shot.
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It was another few minutes before they reached the house. Ginko slowed to a stop, glancing over his shoulder at JW with a slight smile. "Let's get on this, then."
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The farmer came to the door and thanked Ginko again and again for coming on such short notice. JW was without his antlers so he didn't get much of a look, much to his relief. He also behaved himself in the man's presence but once the door was shut, he turned to face the fields.
"They don't give you a lot to go off of, do they?"
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"Not really. But that's fairly typical... generally, they don't have much to go on themselves." He walked over to examine the area, tapping at the ground with a food before crouching down to prod at it.
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"I'm gonna take a load off, if y'don't mind."
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"--Whoa, hey-- what are you doing?"
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"For one thing, it's not cold. At this temperature, it should at least be starting to thaw toward the top, but it's rock-hard all the way through." He tapped a knuckle against the ground. Sure enough, he might as well have been knocking on stone.
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"Oh. Wasn't there a mushi that turned people into metal?"
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He frowned down at the ground, thinking. "My guess is that there's a mushi acting as sort of a bonding agent... there are a couple that could be responsible in that case."
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He finally leaned up and off of Ginko, relieving him of his chair duties so that he could walk down one of the rows. He kicked at the tiny piles of snow that remained on the wiry grass. He supposed he could let the man do his job. For a little while.
JW started to hum to himself--that same old Beatles song.
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