Coda was always welcoming for scratches under her chin, just the right place to win her heart over. Daiko wasn’t exactly into being scratched - or not that he knew of it - but he too smiled at the encounter. It was always a delight to see Coda open up to their guildmates like this, for it could grow into much stronger bonds in the long run - something that every guild required, if you asked him. He had seen the rise and fall of his previous guild, so he should know about these things…
He hadn’t opened up to many people back in Lamia Scale, now that he thought about it. It was relative; Keira, Kai, Arisa, Kon and the Guildmaster were the first ones to come to mind when he remembered back to his old guild. The rest? Phantom images, really… it had been so long.
He shook the thought out of his mind and answered Criss: “I’m trying to find that store where I bought my trunks. Y’know, swimming trunks… I had a pair before, but they broke.” Darn fish tore through his trunks like wet paper, embarrassing him in front of his present Guildmaster. As if he hadn’t been thoroughly grinded down by her own, jabbing demeanor, now there was that one memory to haunt him at night forever. Great, just marvelous. It drove him mad, causing veins to pop up on his forehead.
“What are you doing here? You also looking for threads?” he asked her back, assuming that she had a similar objective to his. She stutteringly responded that she was looking for a swimsuit herself for the same party, the future beach party that they were going to hold. Oh, how Daiko was eager to go to that party; he had to help lift it up, though, so that first - party after. It would obviously be a problem if the only set of clothes that Criss had was the one she wore when they first met… not that Daiko used to be much different in times past.
“… Well, guess we’re looking for the same store. I’m pretty sure it’s around the other side of that alley, though,” Daiko informed her before walking ahead towards the same alley that she found herself standing next to. She had, oddly enough, been standing there for quite a moment, which was what drew Daiko to her position in mere curiosity. The alley, though, appeared to be closed off to any other road, in which he sighed… but he could make up the sign on the other side through the fence.
Funnily enough, no signs of another person was here. Just a gritted fence.
“Juuuust on the other side over here, Criss!” he called over to her while climbing up over the fence. He managed to bend it just a little with his ruthless climbing, but ultimately ended up atop the fence where he glanced back at the wood elf. He reached a hand out to help her up, since this way was much quicker than walking around the block - and if you found it unorthodox or straight up weird, then remember that it was a guy who spent 16 years in a dense forest cut away from civilization. Norms weren’t his strong suit.
WC: 549
TWC: 859