►Private Thread; Mansuru & Orpheus

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[Why did you even say yes. WHY. At least Thanatos had enough tact to make himself scarce the past few days. ... Though that could've always been out of anger. No helping it now. There's only... what. Three days? Four tops? And one of the demons was more than happy to help pick out a dress for the fashion-inept zombie. Just a simple blue silk one with turquoise butterflies, but hey it worked. And god knows how much the boss would appreciate the cleavage window. Sigh.

Now the only problem was to figure out where to meet Mitsuru. Never really hit him until after the fact they'd need to rendezvous somewhere... Nice attention to detail there, self. Idle thoughts while sitting on the bed and picking at the silver polish adorning his nails. Maybe it would be better to wait outside? But that involves the risk of going and beating up a Demi-God instead of actually waiting. Decisions decisions...]

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Mitsuru stands in shock for a moment, still unaccustomed to how beautiful the female body actually is. He wonders if men ever gain control of these hormones.

"I could say the same about you." He smiles bravely, offering her the flowers first. "For you."

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[The kneejerk reaction is relegated to a bit of shocked sputtering over the random flowers. Just... odd. Very odd. And excessively flattering. To the point where you can almost see the faintest tinge of a blush on his face. And for someone without a pulse, that's saying a lot. Barely under his breath there's a "thank you" and a "look out for the fox" before turning and walking inside to find a vase or some equivalent to keep the flowers alive while they're out. Carrying them to the restaurant itself would do nothing but make him spazz. Come on poker face where did you goooo?]

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Mitsuru smiles at the effect of the flowers- he did take a full two hours to arrange them, after all. He enters with the bottle of champagne too, not used to being thrifty enough to even consider taking the bottle to the restaurant.

"A fox?" There's an orange blur in one of the doorways, but Mitsuru decides to be on the safe side an avoid the creature. He doesn't quite like foxes, sly and clever as they are.

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Yeah. My associate brought it home...

[Quiet sigh. He has an unhealthy love for fuzzy stuffed animals. But hey, better than him bringing home rabid hyenas or something. Just god help him if its anything more than the fox. And cue handwaving for convenience's sake as TADA GLASS VASE. Glances over his shoulder a bit to speak to while going about depositing the flowers without ruining the arrangement.] After I'm done with this, I'll get my gloves and we can leave.

[Simple arm-length matching ones for the dress. More to hide the barbed wire scars than anything else. At least Mitsuru already knows. Makes it slightly less awkward. Back to messing around for the flowers.] Make yourself comfortable.

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Mitsuru is more than shocked by the vase appearing out of no where. Was that already there? Was he losing his mind on Enhancers already? This would be an unfortunate time, while in a mans body and man-turned-womans dorm room, so he does as Orpheus says and takes a seat.

"Your associate must enjoy the company of animals." Shinjiro was the same, he remembers. A stray cat here and a stray flea ridden dog there, though never a fox.

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I suspect he just enjoys having company in general. [Which was a rather accurate statement. Of course, there were also a couple of beings he could name off the top of his head that would bring about the opposite reaction. But isn't that the same with anyone? Of course it is.]

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Mitsuru does not enjoy the current topic of conversation. Whoever this associate is, he is clearly closer to Orpheus than Mitsuru. As a woman she would not care, but as he is now- strangely- his chest boils with jealousy.

"I do not blame him for enjoying yours." He offers her the champagne, a brand with a name incredibly tough to decipher and high alcohol content- the way all Kirijo's enjoy their drinks.

"Shall we leave? Our reservation is soon."

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A-all right. [Can't respond to the first part. Too busy mentally stumbling again and getting his gloves on whilst getting those fleeting female emotions back in order. Alright, lineface back in order. Turns back around and takes the champagne bottle with a nod. Looking at the bottle and, thanks to maxed knowledge, knows what is and how expensive that comes up on the tab for those not gifted with a bottomless wallet. Cue more stumbling.] Ah... should we bring this with us o-or... [Or use it buy a small third-world country. Srsly Mansuru holy damn D:]

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Mitsuru grins- it's always nice to meet someone of the opposite sex with the knowledge befitting admiration. His chest swells a little from her almost-compliment, though he should be used to it by now. However, if he wanted to bring the champagne with them, he wouldn't have given it to the woman to carry. That was just plain manners.

"No, it's yours. If you'd like, we could share it after dinner." He smiles, but he doesn't leave his seat. If Orpheus is going to be a woman, he should at least enjoy the compliments of it.

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... That would be nice. [A slight smile before turning around and resting the bottle on the desk near the vase, seemingly pulling a pen and a small card from thin air to scribble a note for the other two residents, probably along the lines of NO TOUCHING, BONEHEADS. Then turning back around and another nod as the nonverbal statement of "ready to leave". It's hard to train oneself out of the instinct to be the one who leads.]

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Mitsuru holds the door open for Orpheus on their way out, making sure the fox doesn't follow them. The car outside is an old English taxi, dark and only slightly misused. It isn't to Mitsuru's usual standards, but he hardly has a choice.

"I found it when I got lost a few days ago. It has enough fuel for tonight and not much else. Please bare with it." He holds the door open.

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And here I was expecting to walk. [Heh. But before getting in he hesitates, staring over his shoulder into the distance in a silent threat. Then sits down in the car with a sigh. Watch, the one time I'm not around, the stupid fog's gonna act up. B| ]

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"And callous your feet? I could never." Mitsuru notices the fog with a frown. As if driving in a world without roads isn't hard enough, now he can barely see three feet in front of them. The radio plays music from a language he's never heard before and is plagued by static- it isn't very romantic.

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I could just take off the heels.

[He doesn't seem to mind. Too busy staring out the window into that bleak fog. A sign, anything, of that thing which causes it. 'Cause if it's bad enough to the point where even he's getting a headache, then man must it suck to be the one driving Mansuru D: Watch, you're gonna end up running over a shadow or something.]

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"This way there's no need to." He answers distractedly. His head throbbed in time to his Enhancer cravings, itching at the back of his skull even more persistently in the fog. He makes it by projecting Artmesia's sensory skills as a net over the area, though she only does so begrudgingly without a dose.

"Where on Earth was all this fog when I drove here?"

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[It wasn't there on the way here? More silence. Then his right hand lifting up to rest on the glass against the window. Watching out in the distance for some kind of affirmation on the verbalized thoughts.]

Perhaps he wants to speak with me as well...

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Mitsuru doesn't notice the tense mood, too busy trying to navigate the confusing world accurately. Artemisia tells him they aren't far, but then, Artemisia has been bitter ever since he became a man.

"Who?" He asks distractedly.

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The fog's keeper.

[Then goes back to sitting back against the seat, both hands folded on his lap with one those enigmatic smiles on his face. The one that's more unnerving than anything else in the world, because it tells you there's more to the truth than what you're hearing.] It's not that important. He can wait another two nights.

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"Fog keeper? Should I even ask?" After the creation of the Dark Hour, Mitsuru understands that there are some things humans are better off not knowing.

He pulls off to the side of the mall awkwardly, keeping an eye out for any of the Velvet Mall children. That would make for a night to remember...

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You've earned your rest from the fighting. Don't trouble yourself over something past your time. [And the smile just gets more pronounced until the car pulls over and stops, where he moves to open the car door to go to the other side and let out Mi--wait wait wrong gender again AUGH lets his hands lower with a sigh. Accursed gentleman's habits.]

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"As convenient as it would be, I cannot ignore my families misdeeds for as long as it suits me." Mitsuru chuckles before rushing to Minato's door, none the wiser to her almost-mistake. He offers his hand.

"But enough of that. We can have a pleasant dinner, can't we?"

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It has nothing to do with your family. [Which is true. But she doesn't need to know the rest. She'd get involved like the others did. It was only natural in their line of work. Better off no one knows of its existence unless they have to... Right?]

[But the train of thought is cut off as he he speaks again. Earning a quiet nod and a accepting the offered hand to be pulled out of the seat. Though there's still enough of a reflex to close the door after him. Doesn't even notice the absent action either. Sigh. At least he waits for Mitsuru to lead the way to the restaurant. Though more because he didn't know where it was than anything else...]

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"...I must be missing something."

Mitsuru pulls Orpheus to her feet with ease, a feat she knows will be an impossibility when their genders swap back. The restaurant isn't far by foot, and when they arrive he greets the Orobas maitre de with more manners than he feels.

"Private booth, please."

The Orobas makes him uncomfortable in every way possible.

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[Missing something? Maybe. If that small smile is any indication. But no words are given to elaborate on it. And remains such until the Orobas scenario. Clearly Mansuru's the only uncomfortable one, as his date gives a nod as greeting. Be happy a Legion wasn't the host. Augh.]

no notif. ;_;

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Mitsuru realises he shouldn't be surprised, as Orobas was one of 'her' Arisato's personae. Their booth (http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-16730160.jpg?size=67&uid={F053ABCE-7954-425C-AD62-871F2533075E}) already has chilled red wine waiting, although now he is even more uncomfortable with the idea of a horse carrying wine.

"Wine?" He offers, and manages not to let his hands shake as he pours a glass.