Yuuta let his body relax, his head laying back so that he was looking at the sky and his arms beside him limply, palms facing upwards. Thankfully, this was one of his days off, or as close to one as possible. His job at the warehouse was only a few days of the week whereas his apprenticeship was everyday, though always at the oddest of hours. He didn't need to be anywhere right now, so he could take his time, something he would need. Those darn stairs to his new apartment were not good whatsoever for his condition.

He sighed, his left hand reaching for his cane, rubbing the smooth handle with his thumb, wondering how long he would sit here. Yes, it was always nice to do nothing and just enjoy time instead of worrying about it, but he had yet to figure out the best routes to work just yet. Afterwards he could get some tea or a nice treat or head down to the park for a bit more serene relaxation without the sounds of the bustling people around him. Besides, he just loved those little turtleducks even if he would never admit that not any other person.

"Huh?" he said, snapping out from his own little world of thoughts. He noticed a girl nearing him, waving for his attention. That was odd. Who wanted to talk to him? Her presence was a mild shock to the man, leaving him a bit dazed and unaware of what to do next. "Um, hell, miss," he finally manages to respond. He adjusts his position on the bench, sliding a bit to the side so she would have room to sit down. Surely, that was why she caught his attention.

"Is there something you need?" he asks quickly, leaning forward slightly and legs spread apart. Yuuta moved his cane so it was directly in front of him, placing both hands on it . If he could help her with whatever she needed, then she could go away.

Yuuta could only take from the girl was that she had more energy than he could deal with. She flopped next to him in such a carefree manner that for a second he was afraid he might have flown out of his seat due to sheer force. Oh dear spirits, he should have just stayed back at his apartment and cleaned again. Of all the people that would need his help, it had to be someone that couldn't see boundaries.

He watched as she outstretched arm for a handshake, but he blatantly ignored it not in the mood for pleasantries. "Good day, Shachi. I'm Yuuta," the emerald eyed man said as plainly as possible, devoid of all energy. If she was as energetic as she seemed, she probably wouldn't even mind his mood or people skills and keep on talking. However, that wink of her's put him entirely off guard. A wink? A wink? What was that supposed to mean? If it was some sort of flirtatious device, he would have nothing to do with it. Even worse, if she was some sort of call girl, he didn't want to get tricked into paying her any money.

"I know my way around here to an extent," he told her. He wasn't totally familiar with this part of Republic City, but it didn't mean he didn't have an idea of what was where or what streets connected to others. If you gave him a detailed address, he wouldn't be able to tell you were it was, but he could tell you the general vicinity it was in. "Ah, a book club. What's the address? Are you sure it's in the Dragon Flat's District?" he questioned her.

ooc//lol yuuta's such a meanie xD

Yuuta sighed when he noticed her distinctive change in approach. Was she trying to manipulate him somehow to help her? He would never turn down someone's request for help, no matter how much he didn't like it. In truth, he thought she looked rather ridiculous in her attempts to look... well, to look how she wanted to look. He had no idea of her intentions or goals other than she was heading to a book club. His thoughts instantly diverted, wondering what kinds of books they read. If they had anything on herbs, he would love to try and see if he could borrow it, unless they only read history or poems.

"That," he says, slowly pushing himself up with the help of his cane, "is on the border of the District. I'll show you where it is." Street numbers were easy to know where they were, though the signs did nothing to help since the letters are all faded out from weather or pesky firebenders that had too much free time on their hands.

Secret book club, he wondered to himself as he began to walk, not bothering to look back and see if she was following him - even if she wasn't, he didn't mind. That sounded interesting as to why it would be secret in the first place. Perhaps they had outlawed books! Or some other kind of baloney.

"Sure," he says grumpily. Awesome was a weird way to describe his small gesture of simply walking her to the street she needed to be at for her oddly secret book club. There was something about this girl that struck him as odd, but he just couldn't put a word to the feeling. Anyways, if he couldn't think of it now, he could think of it later. Oh, and since he always had nights to himself because of Shuai's night schedule, he always had a sound night's sleep.

He tried to ignore whatever Shachi said, figuring it was going to be a waste of his time seeing as everything she had previously said was undeniably useless. But when she brought up his cane, he paused in his walking for a moment, though only for that moment. He continued on walking silently, but she kept talking. When would she shut up? "I got hit by a Satomobile as a child. I have permanent muscle damage in my leg because of it so it hurts if I put too much weight on it," he told her with an exasperated sigh to end it all with.

"Has anyone told you that you're really annoying?" Yuuta asked, a bit on edge about the cane question.

Like always, the girl pitied him because of his disability. Everyone acted like he couldn't walk at all instead of what's really happening: a pain in his leg. It was annoying to talk about in the first place without having to take everyone's pity for it. It's simply a part of his life that he wouldn't be able to get rid of. Yes, its nice for people to understand, but trying to act like they could make a difference? What a joke. "I'll hold you up that," he said, but he didn't care. He might not ever see her after this, it would be handy to hold someone to a promise. "Yes, it did."

Yuuta suffered through the girl's words. Even when he tried to block them out or try to just not listen to her at all, he voice still managed to get to him in a way that did not please him. The only thing he seemed to be able to do was not dignify her words with a response, thus staying quiet even after she had stopped talking, focusing on walking instead.

He came to a stop at an intersection, lifting his cane and moving it in a horizontal fashion. "This is the street you want." He glanced the street, hoping to find a numbered building only to find : 210. "We're on the wrong side, though. You'll want to go up the road to the left," he told her, thanking the spirits this endeavor was all done.

He knew it was too good to be true. Instead of enjoying himself, accomplishing what he had set out to do, he was going to have to babysit Shachi. Perhaps he should hold hold her hand so she won't get lost. She seemed to act like a child; he might as well treat her like one. He never understood anyone's reason for acting like this girl was right now. Did she want his attention? Was she going to lure him into some kind of trap? An back to his previous theory: was she trying to sleep with him, then demand pay in return?

"Fine," he said at last. Yuuta wasn't the kind of guy to leave someone in need, or even leave a job unfinished. He watched as Shachi offered him her arm, as if she could make some form of difference. It was a mistake many people made, though he wasn't going to scold her for doing it. At least the intention was true. At least he hoped it was.

"I don't accept charity," he told her. "And it will need to be more than 'aproficient bit' more quiet." Yuuta couldn't understand this girl at all. She previously tried to offer him help by 'lightening the load' when what really would have helped him was her absence. He took the turn and began to hobble down the road, watching how quickly the building numbers progressed. Sadly, it looked like it would be a while until he would finish this whole endeavour.

Oh, right. He remembered her request for him to talk. But what was there to talk about? "Uh, so, what kind of books does your secret book club read?" he asked at long last, unable to think of any other topic.

"Politics you say?" Yuuta replied, very intrigued. Books about politics? He didn't realize those would be enough for a book club to read. Something seemed too fishy about this situation he found himself in to be true. Perhaps he could squeeze the truth out of her. "That sounds lovely," he said as he flashes her a small, quick smile at Shachi, but the strain on his facial muscles was too much for him to have it last too long. "I've always been fascinated with politics. Is there anyway I'd be able to join?" he asked her, then having an idea. "As a favor for me having helped you?" the green eyed man pushed.

He felt the muscle twitch as he continued to walk and drag a little with the ground, hoping she wouldn't notice. At least, he realized, she had kept up with her side and was quieter than before. The silence was music to his ears while it lasted, making when she did talk not too annoying.

Voted in? By a secret council? His assumption was correct: this wasn't a book club at all, much less a secret one. Who did Shachi really think she was fooling? Like a book club would ever be secret, he silently scoffed. This thing she was going to had to be something bad or good in a bad way. Whichever was the case he was going to figure this out. Now he was glad that her destination was far away. But... if this thing was something bad, why was she letting him lead her there?

"Equalists? Well, I'm too busy to really spend the time to define my thoughts about them. I guess I can see where they're coming from and that something needs to be done, but they're going about it the wrong way. I simply think bending should have its restrictions and if certain Benders can't deal with that, then have the police deal with them. We are also citizens of this city," Yuuta said, not realizing he had rambled on quite a bit until he was finished. She asked his opinion on another matter and it made him realize that he would rather be the one talking instead of letting her.

"As for probending, I don't see it as a problem. Its just sport. You know, at some point - and some people still might today- people would put two animals in a pen and watch them kill each other for entertainment, even betting on the poor things. Compared to that, I would rather watch probending," he says, recalling on history books from his youth that he had read after the satomobile accident. Though it hurt, he sure did love to read.

He let a pregnant pause pass by before stopping altogether, half because he wanted some questions answered, half because his leg continued to hurt. "Now can you quit fooling around and tell me what you're going to do at that place?"he asked her. True, it might have been an invasion of privacy, but she had been doing that almost their entire meeting.

Shachi seemed to get really defensive, really fast about the Equalists. Was that who she was with? Was he leading her to some kind of Equalist meeting? Actually, a better question for him was: did he care? Like he had said to her, he did see the motives of that group to be real and true but he didn't like the way they did things. Benders were their own people and many of them were nice, but their group got a bad reputation from the few bad ones. If some rules were put in place and condolences from the government were given to the victims, there wouldn't be a need for violence of any form or prejudice.

He didn't stop her as she continued to talk, barely paying attention. He had a feeling that she was just spouting off whatever first came to mind. She really did have it out for benders, didn't she? As for glorified fighters, there wasn't any way to get around that. Even if they were to watch a bunch of non-benders beat each other up, they would always be held up to amazing heights.

"Well, as long as they're criminals," he commented wistfully, satisfied with an answer. He didn't have a problem with vigilantes, especially if they help keep the streets a bit more clean, but he didn't like the prospect of some people having that kind of power- power that given most people would abuse. He kept on walking; he was going to walk her there, book club or Equalist training, it didn't matter to him. "A name? Why, isn't it a book club?" Yuuta said, turning his head so he can give her a wink. If it meant a lot to her, he wasn't going to throw around the name so carelessly.