RP Sunday: Open to all, happy Spring~

[dainty_ofcourse]

Signs have been up for a while. The one at the venue has been vandalized fixed:

MAY DAY Golden Week! TEA PARTY
Cupcakes and tea provided. All else available for purchase.
Donations go to:

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[lacroix_styles]

"Well, Hector is just...Hector; not much anybody can do about that." And really Lacroix didn't feel there was much need for the man to change. Granted, he often urged for small things, such as his conviction to one day get Hector to actually play some form of video game with him, but he wouldn't have demanded a change to Hector's personality because that was so vastly unfair.
Like with everyone he knew there was good and there was bad to Hector, there was just as much of both to himself as well; it's just how people were built.

Lacroix makes every effort to smile at Taiki and attempt to be pleasant towards the near-stranger; new people are a challenge so very worth the effort in his eyes, since the act of making friends is only accomplished by meeting strangers he has never really lost the determination to find a way to turn meetings into friendly endeavors. Even if the person in question did strike him as...uneasy to be around, but Lacroix kept pushing the feeling aside as much as possible.

Nicknames, it was amazing he could still keep up with his own name as it was but poor Senri's struggle with the word made him feel bad enough for him to not argue; one more name wasn't likely to make much difference. Although he also feared, just a little, Senri's...creative streak.

Rather than get in the middle of it, he let Ash and Senri debate out their little skip in communication, only speaking up after a moment. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I know...I'm a social plague with a looming shadow; it's okay though...he already likes Senri since he doesn't glare or anything. Hector's not that bad, you just have to be able to tell when warms up to somebody because it's not...obvious."
Not that he thought Hector was overly fond of Senri, no, but tolerating others was sometimes as close to fond as Hector was likely to offer.

But, subject change, as the conversation had begun to head to uneasy realms.

"Married off...again? You must lead an exceptionally interesting life Senri," or maybe it was a custom he wasn't familiar with, but it was a topic that had offered itself up so he decided to see if it led anywhere.

[a_peaceful_aura]

Taiki has no idea who any of these people are, let alone Hector. That's what he gets for never being around. The psychic will just sit and drink his tea while trying to track the conversations and return Lacroix's pleasantries. He's much more peaceful now that he's had opportunity to stare at the strangers for a bit and settle into the new atmosphere. Still quiet and content to remain in the background but less outright creeper.

When a lull in conversation occurs, Taiki takes the opportunity to initiate a little conversation. Satisfy curiosity and hopefully put Lacroix at ease some. Olive branch via words! "Nakao mentioned that you are a student?"

Senri waves a hand -- a dismissive gesture when Ash expresses concern over pissing off Hector. Clearly this is not something the half-sized designer is worried about. "I've only met him once -he liked my puzzle or something- but that's it. Besides, do I really seem like the person who goes out of their way to upset others?" Look at that face. So cute and angelic with that little smile. Dangerous question is dangerous and even Taiki side-eyes Senri a little, though otherwise remains quiet.

A hum and nod at the married off question. He swallows down the drink of coffee and pushes around a napkin. "Of course it's exceptional -- would you expect anything less from me~?" The mug is set on a coaster and Senri fiddles with the handle a bit. "My family has always participated in miai. Balanced and beneficial unions were set up for my sister and me when we were around twelve or so." A little shift in his seat and he continues to play with the coffee cup.

Taiki already knows this story. He rests his elbows on the chair arms, tea balanced between his hands.