Mm, we have some similar things in the open-air markets. I always love seeing them during the day, when people are bustling about and enjoying themselves most. The fare changes a lot more than yours sounds like, though.
Hierarchical City?
[he asks it mildly, a clear curiosity that ends when Ragna no longer wants to talk about it. there's a sort of implication in the name, after all, and with the fact that he'll probably never see one... well, he's just curious for his own self.
but the walk itself is pleasant and warm, artificial breeze coaxing them along amid pleasant conversation and idle background noise. Olivine himself is more concerned about just spending time with a friend, and however it shakes out? that's fine with him. he's already an insatiable breeding machine on a normal day, so we won't even talk about that right now—he's also aware of people's comforts, usually, so stopping short of his limits is an easy task too.
the stalls almost immediately threaten much of Olivine's attention—there's something almost childlike about the awe with which he looks them all over, letting the sights and scents wash over him. he's definitely making a note to come back and try a few of them—but Ragna has put yakitori in his head, so other than plainly making mental notes when his gaze drifts over something interesting (tanghulu and some of the fried skewers top the list of candidates), he's relying on the taller man to find their eventual destination. it's really not very far in at all.]
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Hierarchical City?
[he asks it mildly, a clear curiosity that ends when Ragna no longer wants to talk about it. there's a sort of implication in the name, after all, and with the fact that he'll probably never see one... well, he's just curious for his own self.
but the walk itself is pleasant and warm, artificial breeze coaxing them along amid pleasant conversation and idle background noise. Olivine himself is more concerned about just spending time with a friend, and however it shakes out? that's fine with him. he's already an insatiable breeding machine on a normal day, so we won't even talk about that right now—he's also aware of people's comforts, usually, so stopping short of his limits is an easy task too.
the stalls almost immediately threaten much of Olivine's attention—there's something almost childlike about the awe with which he looks them all over, letting the sights and scents wash over him. he's definitely making a note to come back and try a few of them—but Ragna has put yakitori in his head, so other than plainly making mental notes when his gaze drifts over something interesting (tanghulu and some of the fried skewers top the list of candidates), he's relying on the taller man to find their eventual destination. it's really not very far in at all.]