[ He doesn't question proprietor, and when she sends him a location he figures he might as well dress up for this, at least a little. His suit is matches hers, purple and black instead of purple and white. When he sees her, he keeps his face blank, but notes how she holds herself, how she looks. Someone is teaching her the manners of a onee-san. Must be Majima. ]
[ The scent of the room lingers, and he walks into the den easy enough, ducking his head and leaving shoes at the entry. Tatami is under his socked feet, now. ]
Neutral grounds, you mean. [ He can read between lines. He knows she wants to speak to him, but she's playing with him at the same time. This isn't home turf for either of them, meaning both must be on their best behaviour. ] Damn, Emikko. The way you're looking gets me all riled! [ Not why they're here, but a compliment from him, regardless. ]
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[ The scent of the room lingers, and he walks into the den easy enough, ducking his head and leaving shoes at the entry. Tatami is under his socked feet, now. ]
Neutral grounds, you mean. [ He can read between lines. He knows she wants to speak to him, but she's playing with him at the same time. This isn't home turf for either of them, meaning both must be on their best behaviour. ] Damn, Emikko. The way you're looking gets me all riled! [ Not why they're here, but a compliment from him, regardless. ]