well I liked the idea of the catering

[mementosola]

[So. Here we are. Somehow, a common baker ended up catering for the Prince's birthday. It's a huge public to-do because Prince Haruhi will take literally any excuse to throw a huge party and run with it, but it means it's probably a nightmare for security.

Hisoka's still not sure how her life came to this. SHe's fidgeting with the very nice, froofy (borrowed) dress she's in and triple-checking everything and generally being a ball of nerves during the final checks before the party starts.

Clearly the person responsible for this should show himself.]

Comments

[mementosola]

What, at the table? Finish your cocoa, Retsu.

[Siiip.]

And if you're going to be like that, tell me what you want for dinner, because you're not getting home before then.

[UH. DAMN, HISOKA.]

[withoutmercy]

I'm pretty easy to please in regards for dinner, at least. What were you thinking?

[He looks over the top of his cup.]

I'm opting for something simple, just. Less distraction or mess. Easier that way.

[mementosola]

If it's something simple you want...Well, some form of sandwich. Lots of meat. Keep your energy up, eh?

[She does flush some but, well, magic's working on her, too.]

I don't mind cooking...it'd be fun to feed you something other than coffee and donuts for once.

[withoutmercy]

Energy levels will be important, I'm taking it. But I'm sure that no matter what you make, it's going to be absolutely lovely. I can tell you've got a talent beyond baking....

[mementosola]

You don't need to flatter me so much, Retsu...[She's actually ducked her head a little.

God would you two just kiss already this is killing me.]

[withoutmercy]

Oh, I'll do more than that. But... meal first, yes?

[He's actually leaning across the table some to grin at her while they do this.]

[mementosola]

Yes, yes. Behave yourself for a little, eh?

[She's going to stand up since, well. food. But she's ruffling his hair on the way.]

[withoutmercy]

[For the record his ears kind of wobble when she does that because barkbark.]

I will, I will...

[mementosola]

[Well it lets her sneak in scritches so. Scritches it is.]

Make yourself at home! This shouldn't take too long.

[Doot doot making baiscally a cheesesteak you know what's up.]

[withoutmercy]

[He likes pets. I don't have an appropriate icon for this so just assume he's happy.]

Okkaaaay.

[mementosola]

[Doot doot making sandwiches! It's a comfy cottage if he looks around. It's nice.]

[withoutmercy]

[He's quite comfortable here, in this chair! Actually, no, he's pulled his armored coat and the button-up shirt. So hey! Gunshow!]

[mementosola]

[She nearly drops the plates when she come around to bring out the sandwiches, but she doesn't! She does keep staring, though.]

...Oh my.

[Yeah uh. damn, son.]

[withoutmercy]

[What? It's just muscles. I mean it's a thin undershirt, but hey. Muscles!]

Mmm?

[mementosola]

I'll tell you later.

[Here, have your meat and cheese sandwich.]

I'm glad you're comfortable, though.

[withoutmercy]

It seemed prudent; Also it felt ridiculous sitting here in combat armor at a table like this. And the shirt's bloodstained, so it's not any better...

[He shrugs.]

Thank you, though.

[GOMF.]

[mementosola]

Oh, it makes sense! I should...probably do something about the dress, honestly.

[Because this is ridiculously fancy.]

It's...nice, to have someone else here. It's been a long time, honestly, since my brother moved out.

[withoutmercy]

Well, with any luck, this should become a regular thing. You don't strike me as the sort of person who suffers loneliness well.

[He nods.]

Might be a good idea to change, though.

[mementosola]

Regular thing, huh? I won't argue...This house is too quiet, on my own.

[She does laugh, and goes to pet him again. And then wanders off.]

Ahaha, then don't eat my sandwich while I'm gone, Re~tsu~

[Right let's change into normal clothes. ...With some how even more cleavage. Look, Hisoka knows what's up.]

[withoutmercy]

[He likes pets from pretty girls. And sandwiches from pretty girls. And low-cut tops on pretty girls. This is a good turn of events for his day. He's happy.]

Look, still there~

[mementosola]

Good boy.

[Well. She's considering her options. And then taking her seat and uh...immediately across with him. Which means he's getting an eyeful.]

[withoutmercy]

[Earperk? Look he's getting all kinds of messages, here.]

Mm? If you say so...

[mementosola]

[Look she is not actually very good at flirting. She is trying her best here!!!]

...Ah...am I doing this wrong? I've just been kind of...guessing...

[withoutmercy]

Ohh...

[See, he'll smile! It's okay!]

I would have figured someone as pretty as you are would have had guys beating down your door.

[mementosola]

I guess. I never paid a lot of attention to any of them...I get tired about having my 'purity' praised or called an angel or whatever.

[Hisoka, you are kind of a cinnamon roll.]

And even if I hadn't, how was that supposed to teach me how to flirt?