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( the chair screeches a little, as he scoots it closer to the table, the legs grinding in on the perfect lacquered floor. at this point, he thinks it would be simpler if the staff members dragged him out into the back of the kitchen and shot him, but those are the kind of bemused, morbid thoughts that he can't put onto his tongue or out in front of him, especially not with a stranger.
right away, the small glance that he manages, upward, tells him that his companion is likely much different from him: handsome, calm, ready to handle himself in an odd situation. streaks of dyed hair--his assumption, anyway--and an easy voice that doesn't waver, when he says the word 'date'. as far as he's concerned, he's the worst candidate for something like this, but he doesn't want to necessarily get this guy into trouble just for his own unwillingness, or lack of confidence.
so with a soft breath, he stretches an arm forward to plant his fingertips down on the drink menu, dragging it closer. )
I'll do, uh. ( the sudden jolt in his voice is from one of the staff members snapping into place at his side of the table, suddenly hovering. ) --This one. The dirty soda.
( in theory, it shouldn't have any liquor in it, but the wink the staff member gives him is foreboding enough that he's sighing, as he turns back to face his date. )
Sorry. Tsujinaka. 's nice to meetcha. ( there's a soft dip of his head into a noncommittal bow of greeting; his teeth chew at the inside of his cheek, lips pushed into a soft frown. )
Should we just order a table full of drinks then, when that guy comes back? If our mouths are full, then there's nothing they can really say about it. ( it's a joke, mostly, dry in its amusement--his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. ) No, they're too picky here. I think we'll just hafta start in on the questions.
[ The speed with which the staff member appears to take the guy's order—Tsujinaka's order—is almost alarming, and so is the speed with which they disappear to deliver it to whatever ghostly kitchen is running in the back. On the bright side it means they're left alone a little faster, and Kanae tries hard not to think about what it might mean in terms of how closely the staff is paying attention to them. ]
That's the spirit. [ But he's being wry about it, too. Postponing any actual conversation might be the letter of the law but certainly not the spirit, and although Kanae has yet to suffer any of the House's punishments firsthand, he's not sure he wants today to be the day he tries. ] But you're probably right.
[ Since Tsujinaka is still fiddling with the drink menu, Kanae pulls the little booklet of questions towards himself so he can flip it open to a random page. On the left side: What do you know how to do that's totally useless? And on the right: What types of things do you procrastinate on the most?
A beat, during which Kanae just blinks. These questions really suck. Not that he's been on many first dates, or anything—he just feels it in his heart. ]
Do you mind if I go off-script? [ he asks after a second, glancing up at Tsujinaka. ] Where are you from? 'Tsujinaka' sounds Japanese.
[ If nothing else, by now Kanae has become well-acquainted with the fact that not everyone here is from Japan, or even necessarily from Earth as he knows it. ]
( rather than hover, looking over the questions splayed out on the inside of the pages of the book, he lets his gaze wander elsewhere. there are plenty of tables here, but each and every one of them is occupied by two people--in some cases, three people, though it seems to be a rarity.
there are people who are engaged in heated discussions, people who are laughing over some shared joke, and people who are--taking the spirit of this place rather literally, which is when he looks away. it feels--odd, to see this much variety, but more than that, it feels odd to see people being so forward with all this. not all the couples seated are men and women, either.
it's at that point that he starts to sweat. had it been that obvious from the door? why had the staff sat him down here, of all places? is it weird? is someone going to see them here and make assumptions?
with a defeated sort of sigh, his shoulders slump, but he roots his gaze on the table. there's nothing to be done about it now; he has to deal with the consequences of being a little too stunned to see a good-looking guy entertaining his company to cut it off at the beginning. )
I'm Japanese. ( that's easy to confirm with a short nod of his chin. ) But from way out in the sticks. Kubitachi, if ya've heard of it.
( it's such a small, stupid village that he's sure some guy like this, even if he is from japan, will have never heard of it. still, he attempts something that could pass for a smile, even if it doesn't meet his eyes. )
My mom moved from Tokyo. Dunno why she'd do somethin' like that. ( a brief flicker of his glance upward, studying. ) Is that where you're from? Tokyo?
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( the chair screeches a little, as he scoots it closer to the table, the legs grinding in on the perfect lacquered floor. at this point, he thinks it would be simpler if the staff members dragged him out into the back of the kitchen and shot him, but those are the kind of bemused, morbid thoughts that he can't put onto his tongue or out in front of him, especially not with a stranger.
right away, the small glance that he manages, upward, tells him that his companion is likely much different from him: handsome, calm, ready to handle himself in an odd situation. streaks of dyed hair--his assumption, anyway--and an easy voice that doesn't waver, when he says the word 'date'. as far as he's concerned, he's the worst candidate for something like this, but he doesn't want to necessarily get this guy into trouble just for his own unwillingness, or lack of confidence.
so with a soft breath, he stretches an arm forward to plant his fingertips down on the drink menu, dragging it closer. )
I'll do, uh. ( the sudden jolt in his voice is from one of the staff members snapping into place at his side of the table, suddenly hovering. ) --This one. The dirty soda.
( in theory, it shouldn't have any liquor in it, but the wink the staff member gives him is foreboding enough that he's sighing, as he turns back to face his date. )
Sorry. Tsujinaka. 's nice to meetcha. ( there's a soft dip of his head into a noncommittal bow of greeting; his teeth chew at the inside of his cheek, lips pushed into a soft frown. )
Should we just order a table full of drinks then, when that guy comes back? If our mouths are full, then there's nothing they can really say about it. ( it's a joke, mostly, dry in its amusement--his shoulders rise and fall with a sigh. ) No, they're too picky here. I think we'll just hafta start in on the questions.
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That's the spirit. [ But he's being wry about it, too. Postponing any actual conversation might be the letter of the law but certainly not the spirit, and although Kanae has yet to suffer any of the House's punishments firsthand, he's not sure he wants today to be the day he tries. ] But you're probably right.
[ Since Tsujinaka is still fiddling with the drink menu, Kanae pulls the little booklet of questions towards himself so he can flip it open to a random page. On the left side: What do you know how to do that's totally useless? And on the right: What types of things do you procrastinate on the most?
A beat, during which Kanae just blinks. These questions really suck. Not that he's been on many first dates, or anything—he just feels it in his heart. ]
Do you mind if I go off-script? [ he asks after a second, glancing up at Tsujinaka. ] Where are you from? 'Tsujinaka' sounds Japanese.
[ If nothing else, by now Kanae has become well-acquainted with the fact that not everyone here is from Japan, or even necessarily from Earth as he knows it. ]
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there are people who are engaged in heated discussions, people who are laughing over some shared joke, and people who are--taking the spirit of this place rather literally, which is when he looks away. it feels--odd, to see this much variety, but more than that, it feels odd to see people being so forward with all this. not all the couples seated are men and women, either.
it's at that point that he starts to sweat. had it been that obvious from the door? why had the staff sat him down here, of all places? is it weird? is someone going to see them here and make assumptions?
with a defeated sort of sigh, his shoulders slump, but he roots his gaze on the table. there's nothing to be done about it now; he has to deal with the consequences of being a little too stunned to see a good-looking guy entertaining his company to cut it off at the beginning. )
I'm Japanese. ( that's easy to confirm with a short nod of his chin. ) But from way out in the sticks. Kubitachi, if ya've heard of it.
( it's such a small, stupid village that he's sure some guy like this, even if he is from japan, will have never heard of it. still, he attempts something that could pass for a smile, even if it doesn't meet his eyes. )
My mom moved from Tokyo. Dunno why she'd do somethin' like that. ( a brief flicker of his glance upward, studying. ) Is that where you're from? Tokyo?