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]

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?

[withoutmercy]

Most people just kind of follow their instincts. If anything it's kind of interesting you never felt like reciprocating...

[He considers this, actually. God she is a cinnamon roll.]

[mementosola]

Tell you what, I'm gonna praise how pure and good and unsullied you are and never make eye contact for twenty minutes, and then get out a collar and see how much you feel like reciprocating anything.

[...Maybe she just has the worst luck on the planet. Either way, she just shakes her head.]

Or we could not talk about how bad I am at this and move on to the part where one of us suggests 'practice' and means it in some definitely impure ways?

[withoutmercy]

If it helps, I plan to give you a solid refutation to that first bit tonight?

[Damn, Retsu. He'll glance at her.]

I'm ready whenever you are, I just figured you wanted to eat first.

[mementosola]

...Wow.

[She can't help but laugh, but. If he's going to be like that, she's just going to pull him across the table to make her point. ...By kissing him. And from the looks of it, despite what she's said, she's done this before. Just...not a lot, clearly. She figures it conveys her answer well enough.]

[withoutmercy]

[Well, he is more than eager to kiss the hell out of her, if she's going to open like that, but, he isn't going further than that. Seems like something bugs him.]

Mmm... not in here.

[Seems he cares about not making a mess.]

[mementosola]

Alright.

[She'll sit back up, and stand up. ...And automatically clear the plates and starting to put away any leftovers. Look it's ingrained. :c]

...I suppose I should show you where the bedroom actually is, huh?