Jun took a bite of food and nodded, pointing at Meisa (vaguely) with the handle of his fork. "They would not and if today's photographer would probably have grafted us together if he could have." He paused. "Fiercely."
He was unaware of his home accent peeking through. New York's accent had become natural to him and he'd worked hard to get it that way as well. He wouldn't have been happy about his regression if he'd realized it, though he'd have been assuaged by the fact that at least it was with Meisa. Especially given the topic of conversation. "Courting is boring--it's probably why my sister isn't married yet." Ha--of course he'd do it right if he had to, if his every move was being watched. If he had his way? It'd be a good time, tailored to the girl he was with, to make it perfect for her.
Speaking of perfect... "Wait, wait, you're telling me that the only pusher you had in your family was your grandmother and all she wanted you to do was be able to read, write, and speak?" Jun put down his knife and fork and gave her a dead stare. "That's it?" And there was already a marriage and grandchildren there, too. "Talk about easy street," he said. "Marry me and I'll teach you to dance and write. Just promise me we'll never live within five hundred miles of my parents and grandparents."
He picked up his utensils and took another bite of food. "I always wanted to play, too, but my grandparents were crafty and trapped us inside with the fans during the worst of the heat. Escaping would have been just as bad as sitting there. I'm guessing you either had better weather or a more forgiving 'baachan."
Easy street? Maybe just a little. Japanese lessons were the easy, normal part, it was the witch aspect of her childhood that got odd. Meisa would tell Jun about that eventually, but not here. "That's not quite it," she said instead, "I had to learn a tea ceremony too, but I kept botching it up so bad that Baachan gave up." Though... she chewed thoughtfully on her food before joking, "If it'll please your grandparents, I'll learn it properly, in addition to the dancing."
Laughing, she chirruped, "Of course not! New York is where we're staying and raising the 2.5 kids we'll have. Didn't you get the memo?" Meisa had always thought that she wanted to go back to live near her parents when she was done with school and seeing the world, but she had come to love New York. There were no plans to move anywhere in the immediate future.
"The weather was probably better, plus my older sisters let me sneak out with them when they skipped out on lessons so they got into trouble for it more than I did." Her lip quirked up as she sipped her beer. "Though one time I tried sneaking out on my own and Baachan didn't say anything." Ahhh. The perks of being the baby of the family.
Tea ceremony? "Never had the tea ceremony," he said consideringly. "But then again, if I had I'd have stuck it out." He offered her a small, sincere smile. "I was kind of a perfectionist as a kid." He still was but given everything that had happened to him he'd settled for a different sort of perfection in his life. Un-life. Whatever.
He was also glad this wasn't serious. He was dead; he was pretty sure that even if by some miracle a family approved of a movie-monster marrying in he'd never be able to produce the desired offspring. "New York, Milan," he laughed softly. "You can take them on the catwalk with you for summer vacation. And we'll have a place in Hollywood for when I'm making movies." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Near your forgiving grandmother who let you sneak away. And your older sisters who didn't go tattling on you. My sister was all about throwing me to the wolves."
Really, Jun missed her. They'd sniped at each other affectionately and he'd harbored the secret dream of being close as adults, visiting each other often. Death had changed a lot. He looked down at his wine. Maybe it DID have an effect yet. "I'll teach you to dance if you'd really like," he offered. He wanted to spend time with Meisa. She was fun. She was a bit on the side of wonderful. "It's not hard." He felt his lips quirk in a smile as he took the final bite of appetizer--he could see dinner coming-- and said, "It's better than writing, I promise you."
"If you're making movies, then I'm retiring and becoming a stay-at-home mom." No, wait. Meisa wasn't working on a degree for nothing. "Scratch that. I'll be an art curator or something along those lines." She crinkled her nose at him playfully. "We'd have to visit your side of the family at least once a year, you know. The children have to know both sides, I'd insist. Especially all their crazy aunts. My sisters taught me to cry on cue to help them get out of trouble."
Though she said it jokingly, Meisa did want her kids to know both sets of grandparents. It was very important to her, no matter where she ended up settling down. BUT. That wasn't going to happen for a while yet. It was a good thing this was just a joke between her and Jun.
"That sounds like fun, I may take you up on that offer," she said, watching dinner be set down in front of them, "Hopefully our schedules line up so that we can hang out more." With a final bite of appetizer, she polished off her plate.
"That's right, woman, you will work for your keep," Jun grinned at her. "The children and I will tour the gallery when we come to pick you up." He made a face. "Believe me, my family would insist on that sort of thing. It'd be good for the children should they take their place in 'society'." He mimed quotation marks around the word as he let the wait staff take their empty plates and put down the clay pot of braised pork ribs and side vegetables and the platter of sirloin. The burner on the table would take next to no time to heat up. Jun spoke around the soft clatter of the wire grills being laid down.
"I know that we're not serious about this now but I never, ever want my sister to meet yours." He shuddered to think of it. All of those dark, older-sisterly forces in one place, united. "That way lies madness."
Fun and dancing? "It can be fun to learn to dance," he allowed. "My sister and I had lessons together and since we both hated it we enjoyed ourselves. Teaching you..." He didn't think it could help being fun, honestly. "Well, we'll see how it goes." He smiled and tried not to watch the meat being laid out to sizzle. Probably the worst part of his unlife was the constant hunger. And the desire for things to be raw. "Medium rare," he requested. He wasn't going to be a complete savage here. He raised an eyebrow at Meisa for her order before going on. "If I can get you in at Pur la Pua we'd probably sync up better. Better, if not more nakedly." There were a lot of towels in his life as a face for shampoo. "I'd make time for you even if we didn't."
Meisa giggled. "Agreed. I fear for our lives should they ever join forces." They would scary to deal with, no matter if she and Jun were just friends. She watched as the equipment needed for their food to be prepared was set up. "They'd probably get it their heads that we had to start dating, if we weren't already. At least, my sisters would." Maybe his sister would too, if she wanted Jun to get married first. "The kids will know their aunts, but never at the same time, dear."
Both their server and Jun were waiting for her to place her order. "Medium well, please." She thought nothing odd about Jun's order. Lots of people liked their meat on the rawer side. It was just a preference thing.
"Well then Jun-pon, we have to hang out sometime soon. Paint the town red or something." It didn't have to be structured dancing that she would get Jun to teach her someday - she did know how to groove to the music. "Here's an idea. If I get accepted at Pur la Pua, you teach me to dance in between takes." A formal dance done in towels. The thought of it brought a small grin to Meisa's face.
Her sisters would get it in their heads? Ha. His sister probably already had it there without even knowing about Meisa's existence. He raised his wine glass to her. "A man can't ask for much more than a wise and beautiful woman."
He knocked back the last of it and laughed, shaking his head. Back to things that actually stood a chance of happening. "I like the sound of a night on the town with you. You can take me out to do something fun to make up for the nights I take you to boring society functions." He smiled, feeling it curl lopsided and affectionately at the corners of his lips. "And now that you've mentioned it, I most certainly will teach you how to cotillion between takes." The very idea of it--he could just hear the insulted gasps of the dignified matrons and the icy silence of the new debutantes. He reached out and snagged a mushroom off the grill, popping it into his mouth. "I reserve the right to make you tell my mother how I taught you."
Which reminded him... "What's with this 'Jun-pon'?" he asked. He snagged a bit of green onion and tossed it at her. "You want me to call you 'boo'?"
Meisa blushed deeply at Jun's compliment and tried to hide behind her beer. It was genuine, and those always made her shy, never knowing what to say to them. She snatched a grilled onion and bit into it, savoring the flavor as she tried to will the blush away.
"Will there be very many of these society functions?" The mushrooms looked really good when he took one, so she took one for herself and popped it in her mouth. "I solemnly swear," Meisa raised her right hand, "To tell your mother, should I ever meet her, that you taught me how to dance."
How did 'Jun-pon' come about? She shrugged. "I don't know, it just popped out of my mouth." She grinned. "I was going to go with just 'Jun-kun', but I guess that 'Jun-pon' came instead when we were joking about dating. Call me 'boo' if you like. And I'll stop with the '-pon' if it bothers you."
He'd made her blush! Jun felt his smile grow sly. "My, my, my Miss Meisa, you do look a little flushed over there." He was too impatient to wait for the waitress to finish grilling another onion; he sneaked it away as she was selecting more meat from the platter. It had a pleasant and tangy crisp to it still. "And I notice you said that I taught you how to dance, not how I taught you to dance. You're explaining the towels to her."
Maman would actually be fairly pleased with the idea. She believed in manners and breeding but not to the exclusion of having fun. As long as he hadn't done it in front of Magnolia planning board she'd find it amusing. "She can tell Papa."
Did 'Jun-pon' bother him? He wasn't actually use to having an honorific attached to his name. His father's parents called him 'Jun' or 'grandson' if not some variation of 'little boy'. His mother's parents and grandparents simply 'Jun'. The only time somebody had consistently added an honorific had been in his Japanese language lessons. But did it bother him? He held up his plate for a piece of sirloin and brushed aside the matter with a small wave of his free hand. "Call me whatever you want, Boo." Boo was what little kids got called by their grandparents or their mothers. It was one of those cutesy nicknames that kids got tagged with and teased about forever if anybody overheard it, despite how common it was.
If he was going to teach her the cotillion waltz in a towel, he was going to stick her with 'Boo'. And in the world of make-believe, he'd use it on her in public, in Society. He bit down on the corner of his smile and murmured his thanks to the waitress.
"Alright, I'll tell her about the towels, but not that it was because of work we were in them," Meisa deadpanned, still slightly flushed. She wouldn't. Not really. Not if it were the first time meeting Jun's mother. Despite it happening only in their imagination, first impressions were always very important. Especially if Society was what Jun said it was. Oh god. Jun's father. "Why do I get the feeling that it'd be your father that would disapprove of us traipsing around in nothing but towels, no matter the reason?"
Her own Papa would find it hilarious, but Jun didn't know her father. "You can tell my Papa then." Papa would try to be tough, at first, though he could never keep it up for very long. He was a big softie. It was Kaachan and Baachan who were the tough ones.
She grabbed another mushroom from the grill just as the waitress placed a piece of sirloin on Jun's held out plate. Meisa wasn't sure, but she had thought that the meat had just been placed on the grill. Maybe she hadn't noticed, being preoccupied with their conversation. Regardless, she still had to wait a little longer for her own piece of meat to be done.
Boo and Jun-pon. She laughed in amusement as the waitress indicated that her meat was ready. "Very well, but then I'm the only one that can call you 'Jun-pon', Jun-pon." She held up her plate and thanked the waitress before returning her gaze to Jun. "I'll stick with 'Jun-kun' when we're not joking around." She smiled. "People might get ideas."
"I wouldn't dream of you doing any differently," Jun guffawed before biting into his meat. It was still pink in the middle and tasted of blood and rendered fat. He did his best not to let his eyes flutter closed. He HATED always being hungry but it always made food taste so very good. "Though you're wrong about my father--and not." He chewed, thinking. "Papa would be upset; he'd think it was very improper of me and disrespectful to you and to work but if it was something like...if we were married for a year and did something like that, he'd think it was fine." His father had been raised in a fairly traditional household, for all that it had been in America. "He's got some very Japanese values about work and relationships."
Still. He tilted her a smile. "If I approve of you, Boo, my father would too. Maman and my grandparents are really the movers and shakers in regards to proper matches." Oh, propriety. "And you can call me Jun-pon wherever. Or just Jun. I've never been one for the honorifics." And it was a bit strange that she was, but cute. "It's cute that you are."
Meisa was just all around cute on the inside. Oh, hell. "Your father would shoot me, wouldn't he?"
Meisa snuck another mushroom from off the grill. "Kaachan and Baachan are like that," she said behind her hand, chewing thoughtfully on the mushroom. "They'd be scandalized, no I don't think that's the right word, it wouldn't be that extreme since they're used to what I do for work." She swallowed and waved her chopsticks around. "It's the Japanese values thing you were talking about though, about work and relationships."
Picking up her cooked meat, she contemplated her use of honorifics. Meisa smiled at Jun before biting into the meat and chewed it carefully. Honorifics were reserved for people she was close to, as odd and backwards as it may seem. They were more terms of endearment to her than anything else and she told Jun so. "It's because I like you that you get an honorific, Jun-pon."
Meisa laughed. Jun probably didn't know it, but he had a slightly worried look on his face. Too adorable. "Papa doesn't own a gun, so you're safe there." Tilting her head, she wondered what exactly her father would do. "He'd test you though. Throw you on a surfboard and see how well you do. Or something to that effect."
If the values matter a lot, Meisa's mother and grandmother were hosed--Jun was serious about his work and he respected his workmates but it was something they needed to earn, for the most part. He could have the manners but generally preferred to just be himself. Jun took another bite of meat and shrugged. It wasn't like he and Meisa were actually planning or doing anything so it really didn't matter what her mother and grandmother thought of his suitability.
But Meisa was definitely a cute girl. "You like me so you call me Jun-pon." He snickered. "You're something, Boo."
And so was her family. Surfing? Really. He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles even as he crossed his arms. "I surf just fine. Looks like Papa approves of me already."
Jun could surf? Talk about learning something new everyday. Meisa raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? We'll have to test that out sometime. When it's warmer, not now." Definitely not now. The water was already cold even if the weather hadn't quite caught up yet. "I found a couple places to go surfing, but I haven't gone at all since moving here. We should go! I'm going to teach my sister how to surf come spring, we could go together! Do you have a board?"
She grinned at Jun's easygoing confidence. "Papa would like you just fine, Jun-pon. The surfing thing would be a bonus."
Not that they would probably ever meet anyways. Popping a piece of her meat into her mouth, she closed her eyes and made a happy little sound. "Mmmn. So good."
"Test away," Jun invited, still sprawled out. "I learned on the Gulf but my sister and I hit the Lake practically every month." Not that lake Pontchartrain had great waves but it was certainly possible to stand on a board and ride something for a bit. Especially during a storm. He sat forward. "I don't have a board right now," he said. He'd got rid of his own when he'd been turned into a zombie. He'd been too unsure about being able to stay in one piece and had felt that exposing himself to a pounding surf would have been dangerous.
...but he could manage his condition now, mostly. "Tell you what," he said, sitting forward and taking another bite of meat. He couldn't help the satisfied noise he made before continuing to speak, "You find a beach and a date, gather up whoever you're bringing, and I'll get myself another board. We'll hit the waves."
Man, food was good. He had to be careful to not be a complete pig. He aimed for another mushroom. "Well, Boo, we're all set approval-wise. Guess we should get on with it." He tucked his tongue into his cheek and then shrugged, popping the mushroom into his mouth. "I'll talk to Pur la Pau a-s-a-p and we'll get started on getting you cultured."
"The boards here are so much more expensive than the local shops from back home," Meisa told Jun with a slightly wistful smile, "Nobody really surfs here in New York. Or at least, I haven't found anyone who would want to go with me." In her experience, no one ever seemed to have the time to just up and go to the beach. Not that the beaches with decent waves were close. But still. If she had a buddy to go with, Meisa would have made the time to go a surf for a little while. "But there are some decent surf shops around, if you're looking for a board. I'm going to hold you to that surfing date. You bring people too!"
It wouldn't happen until next summer, most likely, but it never hurt to extend the invitation to people early. She chuckled. "Sounds like a plan." Taking the last piece of onion left. She took it, hoping that it was still a little crunchy, and smiled at Jun. "We have to hang out more Jun-pon. Outside of work."
He was unaware of his home accent peeking through. New York's accent had become natural to him and he'd worked hard to get it that way as well. He wouldn't have been happy about his regression if he'd realized it, though he'd have been assuaged by the fact that at least it was with Meisa. Especially given the topic of conversation. "Courting is boring--it's probably why my sister isn't married yet." Ha--of course he'd do it right if he had to, if his every move was being watched. If he had his way? It'd be a good time, tailored to the girl he was with, to make it perfect for her.
Speaking of perfect... "Wait, wait, you're telling me that the only pusher you had in your family was your grandmother and all she wanted you to do was be able to read, write, and speak?" Jun put down his knife and fork and gave her a dead stare. "That's it?" And there was already a marriage and grandchildren there, too. "Talk about easy street," he said. "Marry me and I'll teach you to dance and write. Just promise me we'll never live within five hundred miles of my parents and grandparents."
He picked up his utensils and took another bite of food. "I always wanted to play, too, but my grandparents were crafty and trapped us inside with the fans during the worst of the heat. Escaping would have been just as bad as sitting there. I'm guessing you either had better weather or a more forgiving 'baachan."
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Laughing, she chirruped, "Of course not! New York is where we're staying and raising the 2.5 kids we'll have. Didn't you get the memo?" Meisa had always thought that she wanted to go back to live near her parents when she was done with school and seeing the world, but she had come to love New York. There were no plans to move anywhere in the immediate future.
"The weather was probably better, plus my older sisters let me sneak out with them when they skipped out on lessons so they got into trouble for it more than I did." Her lip quirked up as she sipped her beer. "Though one time I tried sneaking out on my own and Baachan didn't say anything." Ahhh. The perks of being the baby of the family.
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He was also glad this wasn't serious. He was dead; he was pretty sure that even if by some miracle a family approved of a movie-monster marrying in he'd never be able to produce the desired offspring. "New York, Milan," he laughed softly. "You can take them on the catwalk with you for summer vacation. And we'll have a place in Hollywood for when I'm making movies." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Near your forgiving grandmother who let you sneak away. And your older sisters who didn't go tattling on you. My sister was all about throwing me to the wolves."
Really, Jun missed her. They'd sniped at each other affectionately and he'd harbored the secret dream of being close as adults, visiting each other often. Death had changed a lot. He looked down at his wine. Maybe it DID have an effect yet. "I'll teach you to dance if you'd really like," he offered. He wanted to spend time with Meisa. She was fun. She was a bit on the side of wonderful. "It's not hard." He felt his lips quirk in a smile as he took the final bite of appetizer--he could see dinner coming-- and said, "It's better than writing, I promise you."
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Though she said it jokingly, Meisa did want her kids to know both sets of grandparents. It was very important to her, no matter where she ended up settling down. BUT. That wasn't going to happen for a while yet. It was a good thing this was just a joke between her and Jun.
"That sounds like fun, I may take you up on that offer," she said, watching dinner be set down in front of them, "Hopefully our schedules line up so that we can hang out more." With a final bite of appetizer, she polished off her plate.
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"I know that we're not serious about this now but I never, ever want my sister to meet yours." He shuddered to think of it. All of those dark, older-sisterly forces in one place, united. "That way lies madness."
Fun and dancing? "It can be fun to learn to dance," he allowed. "My sister and I had lessons together and since we both hated it we enjoyed ourselves. Teaching you..." He didn't think it could help being fun, honestly. "Well, we'll see how it goes." He smiled and tried not to watch the meat being laid out to sizzle. Probably the worst part of his unlife was the constant hunger. And the desire for things to be raw. "Medium rare," he requested. He wasn't going to be a complete savage here. He raised an eyebrow at Meisa for her order before going on. "If I can get you in at Pur la Pua we'd probably sync up better. Better, if not more nakedly." There were a lot of towels in his life as a face for shampoo. "I'd make time for you even if we didn't."
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Both their server and Jun were waiting for her to place her order. "Medium well, please." She thought nothing odd about Jun's order. Lots of people liked their meat on the rawer side. It was just a preference thing.
"Well then Jun-pon, we have to hang out sometime soon. Paint the town red or something." It didn't have to be structured dancing that she would get Jun to teach her someday - she did know how to groove to the music. "Here's an idea. If I get accepted at Pur la Pua, you teach me to dance in between takes." A formal dance done in towels. The thought of it brought a small grin to Meisa's face.
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He knocked back the last of it and laughed, shaking his head. Back to things that actually stood a chance of happening. "I like the sound of a night on the town with you. You can take me out to do something fun to make up for the nights I take you to boring society functions." He smiled, feeling it curl lopsided and affectionately at the corners of his lips. "And now that you've mentioned it, I most certainly will teach you how to cotillion between takes." The very idea of it--he could just hear the insulted gasps of the dignified matrons and the icy silence of the new debutantes. He reached out and snagged a mushroom off the grill, popping it into his mouth. "I reserve the right to make you tell my mother how I taught you."
Which reminded him... "What's with this 'Jun-pon'?" he asked. He snagged a bit of green onion and tossed it at her. "You want me to call you 'boo'?"
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"Will there be very many of these society functions?" The mushrooms looked really good when he took one, so she took one for herself and popped it in her mouth. "I solemnly swear," Meisa raised her right hand, "To tell your mother, should I ever meet her, that you taught me how to dance."
How did 'Jun-pon' come about? She shrugged. "I don't know, it just popped out of my mouth." She grinned. "I was going to go with just 'Jun-kun', but I guess that 'Jun-pon' came instead when we were joking about dating. Call me 'boo' if you like. And I'll stop with the '-pon' if it bothers you."
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Maman would actually be fairly pleased with the idea. She believed in manners and breeding but not to the exclusion of having fun. As long as he hadn't done it in front of Magnolia planning board she'd find it amusing. "She can tell Papa."
Did 'Jun-pon' bother him? He wasn't actually use to having an honorific attached to his name. His father's parents called him 'Jun' or 'grandson' if not some variation of 'little boy'. His mother's parents and grandparents simply 'Jun'. The only time somebody had consistently added an honorific had been in his Japanese language lessons. But did it bother him? He held up his plate for a piece of sirloin and brushed aside the matter with a small wave of his free hand. "Call me whatever you want, Boo." Boo was what little kids got called by their grandparents or their mothers. It was one of those cutesy nicknames that kids got tagged with and teased about forever if anybody overheard it, despite how common it was.
If he was going to teach her the cotillion waltz in a towel, he was going to stick her with 'Boo'. And in the world of make-believe, he'd use it on her in public, in Society. He bit down on the corner of his smile and murmured his thanks to the waitress.
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Her own Papa would find it hilarious, but Jun didn't know her father. "You can tell my Papa then." Papa would try to be tough, at first, though he could never keep it up for very long. He was a big softie. It was Kaachan and Baachan who were the tough ones.
She grabbed another mushroom from the grill just as the waitress placed a piece of sirloin on Jun's held out plate. Meisa wasn't sure, but she had thought that the meat had just been placed on the grill. Maybe she hadn't noticed, being preoccupied with their conversation. Regardless, she still had to wait a little longer for her own piece of meat to be done.
Boo and Jun-pon. She laughed in amusement as the waitress indicated that her meat was ready. "Very well, but then I'm the only one that can call you 'Jun-pon', Jun-pon." She held up her plate and thanked the waitress before returning her gaze to Jun. "I'll stick with 'Jun-kun' when we're not joking around." She smiled. "People might get ideas."
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Still. He tilted her a smile. "If I approve of you, Boo, my father would too. Maman and my grandparents are really the movers and shakers in regards to proper matches." Oh, propriety. "And you can call me Jun-pon wherever. Or just Jun. I've never been one for the honorifics." And it was a bit strange that she was, but cute. "It's cute that you are."
Meisa was just all around cute on the inside. Oh, hell. "Your father would shoot me, wouldn't he?"
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Picking up her cooked meat, she contemplated her use of honorifics. Meisa smiled at Jun before biting into the meat and chewed it carefully. Honorifics were reserved for people she was close to, as odd and backwards as it may seem. They were more terms of endearment to her than anything else and she told Jun so. "It's because I like you that you get an honorific, Jun-pon."
Meisa laughed. Jun probably didn't know it, but he had a slightly worried look on his face. Too adorable. "Papa doesn't own a gun, so you're safe there." Tilting her head, she wondered what exactly her father would do. "He'd test you though. Throw you on a surfboard and see how well you do. Or something to that effect."
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But Meisa was definitely a cute girl. "You like me so you call me Jun-pon." He snickered. "You're something, Boo."
And so was her family. Surfing? Really. He leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs and crossing his ankles even as he crossed his arms. "I surf just fine. Looks like Papa approves of me already."
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She grinned at Jun's easygoing confidence. "Papa would like you just fine, Jun-pon. The surfing thing would be a bonus."
Not that they would probably ever meet anyways. Popping a piece of her meat into her mouth, she closed her eyes and made a happy little sound. "Mmmn. So good."
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...but he could manage his condition now, mostly. "Tell you what," he said, sitting forward and taking another bite of meat. He couldn't help the satisfied noise he made before continuing to speak, "You find a beach and a date, gather up whoever you're bringing, and I'll get myself another board. We'll hit the waves."
Man, food was good. He had to be careful to not be a complete pig. He aimed for another mushroom. "Well, Boo, we're all set approval-wise. Guess we should get on with it." He tucked his tongue into his cheek and then shrugged, popping the mushroom into his mouth. "I'll talk to Pur la Pau a-s-a-p and we'll get started on getting you cultured."
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"The boards here are so much more expensive than the local shops from back home," Meisa told Jun with a slightly wistful smile, "Nobody really surfs here in New York. Or at least, I haven't found anyone who would want to go with me." In her experience, no one ever seemed to have the time to just up and go to the beach. Not that the beaches with decent waves were close. But still. If she had a buddy to go with, Meisa would have made the time to go a surf for a little while. "But there are some decent surf shops around, if you're looking for a board. I'm going to hold you to that surfing date. You bring people too!"
It wouldn't happen until next summer, most likely, but it never hurt to extend the invitation to people early. She chuckled. "Sounds like a plan." Taking the last piece of onion left. She took it, hoping that it was still a little crunchy, and smiled at Jun. "We have to hang out more Jun-pon. Outside of work."
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