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[danceswithgoths]

With a flourish, Miki opens the door at the top of the stairs. This reveals a rather small flat, though it is rather personable. There's a goodly sum of sheet music spread across the floor, a CD collection in a similar state of disarray. "It's not terribly much, but it does all right

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[dash_and_gash]

Oh dear, this is a little too much mess for Glenn's mind. Arg. But he will do and not say a single thing about it, but he is a tad bit obsessive on keeping things in a certain distance from where he 'haunts' in order. "Probably set my stuff down first, I'd assume."

Oh he was amused, despite the little twitchy state he wanted to be in.

[danceswithgoths]

Offering up a grin and a friendly jab, she replies, "And what else after that? There's much to do in these parts." With a flick of the wrist, she taps the door behind him shut. Much as she's fond of her land-ladies, she'd much rather they not be privy to the entirety of her affairs.

"Are we going to have to go out and wrangle some of the basic for you?" As much as he may be her friend, the boy was -not- making use of her tooth-brush.

[dash_and_gash]

And he squeaks a good bit, sighing a bit to himself. "I don't know really. You'll probably have to help me out a little bit with that." He joked quietly, keeping rather meek today for whatever odd little reason.

"...Probably, I forgot about those." He wouldn't think of it, personal hygiene was personal for a reason.

[danceswithgoths]

"Well, that bit would entirely depend on where your interests lay when you're off duty, luv." With a sigh of her own, she sags down onto the futon, patting the seat next to her. Don't mind the small, very-very orange kitten off to the side; for all he's posturing, he's harmless.

"Then it seems at the very least we'll have to make our way down to the alchemist's shoppe."

[dash_and_gash]

"Point. I'm not too sure sometimes though. I just kind of wandered around Termina." Really, Glenn's not all that interesting sometimes. The kitten? Yeah, ignoring it as he takes a seat next to her. Still a bit stiff apparently.

"Alchemist?"

[danceswithgoths]

"Pharmacist, druggist, what have you." Her hand waves a touch, seems she's roamed far in recent days and is having no little difficulty keeping her terminology straight. Even the most energetic among us drag a touch in the face of holding down three jobs.

"As for the rest, we'll grab dome dinner, mayhap view a movie, discuss the immediate future and so on."

[dash_and_gash]

"Ah, alright." He seems to understand now, do remember he hasn't been to the Nexus that often so he's still in backwards past land.

"Sounds like a plan, then." He's probably going to get culture shock, isn't he?

[danceswithgoths]

"As close to one as I ever get, of a certainty." Pausing, she turns to eye him off, "What sort of story-telling are you into?" This will significantly affect what they get at the video rental place, and she's not entirely willing to place the preferences of her Glenn on this iteration.

And oh, he is going to get culture shock up the wazoo, largely without warning. It's what friends are for, after all.

[dash_and_gash]

"Well. Mainly the action types you could say." Why is she asking exactly? He's probably a little too curious about all of this and the like.

That is pure and simple evil.

[danceswithgoths]

Red-heads have a natural disposition towards playfully evil tendencies, and Miki is taking to the role with a will. "Fair enough then, we'll at least have something to go off of then." With a grin, she rises, offering him a hand up.

"I can't rightly recall, are you all right with spicy food?" It's apparently time to head out into the world, the better to hunt the mighty food beast!

[dash_and_gash]

Oh, Miki? You have a slightly flailing Glenn over here. "But my ears and tail. What am I supposed to do about that?" That seems to be his biggest problem it seems anyway.

"...Depends on how spicy it is?"

[danceswithgoths]

"Tuck the tail down your pants, I'd think. There's a fair enough number of pointy eared people about, you'll likely be fine." This is, as they say, trufax.

"It's anywhere from mild to making one's nosebleed. You get a choice."

[dash_and_gash]

"I guess I can do that..." Hmm, if the tail will stay down it'd work quite well. However, tucking a tail down one's pants is not exactly a public matter.

"Mild probably for the best. I'd like to have my taste buds still."

[danceswithgoths]

Waving off the last she grins. "Feh, what need has anyone for such niceties anyhow?" Rhetorical questions being at least mildly entertaining.

It takes her a moment or two to catch onto the fact that he might want a bit of privacy, the better to futs about with one's pants. "The WC's out that way," she gestures in the direction of the dining room. "It's the only thing with a door." Which is really far more helpful noting than one might initially think, though it does bring to mind the fact that she really ought get the door to the pantry back up at some time in the near future.

[dash_and_gash]

"You may want to burn the taste out of your mouth, but I sure would like to be able to taste things still, Miki."

And he's scuttling off that way now, the door comment is a little stare worthy but he'll ignore that for now. Staring and mild bitching can wait until later, for now he was more interested in dealing with that little tail problem.

[danceswithgoths]

Watching him scuttle off with something of an amused grin, she calls out, "I can still taste things just fine, boyo." Mayhap it's time to flop on the couch while the she waits out the fussing in the WC.

"There's also Italian food, if you're in the mood for somewhat more mild. Basch is passing find of it." And since the two were of similar schools of 'Squeenix taciturn hero' it would stand to reason that they may well have similar tastes.