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let's talk about narhwals, or not.
Who: Mitsuru Kirijo (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
invoker) & Abe no Sousei (deontology)
When: 10th December OOC
Where: A fancy looking tea place in the Pleasure District
What: Mitsuru and Sousei have tea and discuss what the hell is going on
Rating/Warning: Nothing apart from the awkwardness of having busty waitresses serve your tea.
[ Mitsuru was really annoyed over the new addition into her house. It was some sort of joke, it must be, she thought. It seemed rather cruel, as going to the bathroom was one of the most vulnerable moments that anyone could find themselves in. And judging from all the activity on the network, she wasn't the only one who had taken this badly.
In true Mitsuru fashion, she had expertly executed her bathroom door through the use of her Persona. Not like anyone was to know, for she was going to avoid mentioning it to anyone unless it was brought up.
She had contacted Sousei because she knew that he was one person who understood these sorts of stresses better than any one else. She was frustrated with the amount of people panicking and running around like headless chickens - and Julius Vincere's well meaning post didn't seem to help matters.
The tea room she had chosen was one she remembered from her unfortunate encounter in the Pleasure District during the cold snap that seized Cerealia. What struck her about it was that at first, it seemed to resemble a traditional tea house. Unlike the other tea houses in the area though, this one did not seem to offer alcohol nor any "extra services" but it seemed like the place Iori would enjoy - all the servers seemed to be extraordinarily endowed in the chest area and wore kimono that was cut way too high and she was also pretty sure that knee high socks were not part of traditional kimono wear.
Regardless, it seemed like a decent place to have tea with someone. Not to mention that the semi-traditional atmosphere seemed to put her at ease.
Mitsuru was already seated in one of the private rooms that reassuringly, had a low table, embroidered cushions to sit on and the smell of wood. The waitresses seemed to behaving in line with what she was used to, with the sole exception that she seemed to get a good view of cleavage every time one of them bow. Which was frequently, in this setting. ]
invoker) & Abe no Sousei (deontology)When: 10th December OOC
Where: A fancy looking tea place in the Pleasure District
What: Mitsuru and Sousei have tea and discuss what the hell is going on
Rating/Warning: Nothing apart from the awkwardness of having busty waitresses serve your tea.
[ Mitsuru was really annoyed over the new addition into her house. It was some sort of joke, it must be, she thought. It seemed rather cruel, as going to the bathroom was one of the most vulnerable moments that anyone could find themselves in. And judging from all the activity on the network, she wasn't the only one who had taken this badly.
In true Mitsuru fashion, she had expertly executed her bathroom door through the use of her Persona. Not like anyone was to know, for she was going to avoid mentioning it to anyone unless it was brought up.
She had contacted Sousei because she knew that he was one person who understood these sorts of stresses better than any one else. She was frustrated with the amount of people panicking and running around like headless chickens - and Julius Vincere's well meaning post didn't seem to help matters.
The tea room she had chosen was one she remembered from her unfortunate encounter in the Pleasure District during the cold snap that seized Cerealia. What struck her about it was that at first, it seemed to resemble a traditional tea house. Unlike the other tea houses in the area though, this one did not seem to offer alcohol nor any "extra services" but it seemed like the place Iori would enjoy - all the servers seemed to be extraordinarily endowed in the chest area and wore kimono that was cut way too high and she was also pretty sure that knee high socks were not part of traditional kimono wear.
Regardless, it seemed like a decent place to have tea with someone. Not to mention that the semi-traditional atmosphere seemed to put her at ease.
Mitsuru was already seated in one of the private rooms that reassuringly, had a low table, embroidered cushions to sit on and the smell of wood. The waitresses seemed to behaving in line with what she was used to, with the sole exception that she seemed to get a good view of cleavage every time one of them bow. Which was frequently, in this setting. ]
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But I thought this more of an opportunity for us to know each other better, for I realise that despite everything, I know very little about you or your circumstances. This may seem like prying, but I think very highly of you and Tenka-san.
[ This is how you make friends right?? Minami are you proud yet? ]
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As for Sousei himself... he is used to people admiring some things about him, at least (the fanclub was a good indicator), even if it's nonetheless still a bit of a surprise.]
... I see. If you have questions, I am likely willing to answer some of them, though there will be others I cannot answer. [Because there are a lot of secrets he still has to keep.
...And admittedly, he's a little curious about Mitsuru as well.]
Will you return the favor?