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WHO → Genesis Rhapsodos [genesisroux] and Kadaj Cavalli [wrathfulpawn]. Very closed.
WHEN → Thursday evening.
WHERE → Ohoho. This sexy place.
WHAT → A thank-you date.
STATUS → In progress.
WARNINGS → TBA.
What to do for Kadaj to show him how appreciative he was of all the time, effort and care he'd shown him over the past week or so was not an easy decision to make. Indeed, Genesis had spent a good few days mulling over where he could take him, what he could buy him, how he could tell him what a perfect friend he'd been. Since his visit to the hospital and his perscription of medication the redhead had been feeling somewhat better, and certainly looked a little more like himself than he had done for a good fortnight. Still pale, but not gaunt. Still weary, but not exhausted. And far less prone to emotional outbursts and cup smashing.
After an awful lot of deliberation, Genesis had decided to cast himself back to the first time they'd gone out together. It had been for coffee, and while he himself had treated himself to an apple (still his most favourite of all fruits), Kadaj had taken quite the interest in that slice of heart attack. Chocolate cake. Whatever he wanted to call it. Either way, it had been apparent that the silver-haired teen was quite fond of something sweet every now and then, and Genesis (being a well trained Rhapsodos) knew how to cater to the tastes of others. The perfect place popped to mind. Ladurée; he'd been there a couple of times before with his mother, and little, secret part of him hidden deep inside and away from the public had made quite the mess every time. The decor, the atmosphere, the lavish elegance, class, grandeur... Very Marie Antoinette. Very Genesis Rhapsodos.
Thanking Kadaj would be a wonderful excuse for a revisit.
Of course the dress code was fairly strict, but as long as Kadaj owned some vaguely smart leather vests and pants he would be fine. Genesis himself was currenty giving himself the standard pre-going out once over, stood in front of his mirror and scrutinizing himself from top to toe. Back to his usual, well dressed self, he was sporting a soft, rust coloured turtneneck -- it brought out his eyes, and all the different shades and colours that made up his auburn hair -- paired with some long and gently flared black dress pants. To finish the ensemble he had slipped into a figure-flattering double breasted black coat (mid-thigh length with a slit up to just under his bum), complete with a sleek belt that buckled nicely around his waist. A touch of his old narcissm lent a soft smirk to his lips; he looked good. Crossing his room to slip into black leather ankle boots -- the heel just high enough to have the pants hanging nicely -- before pulling on a pair of gloves (again, black leather), Genesis finished by pressing his silver pendant earring into his right earlobe. Done.
His keys and wallet already in his coat pocket, the redhead didn't forget to take his medication along with some pain relief before leaving his apartment and heading out to his car. He checked his phone -- 6.30PM -- which was good. If he remembered correctly the restaurant didn't usually get very busy until at least 8, which meant they had plenty of time to avoid the masses. Before he knew it he was pulling into the on-campus car park, taking a moment or two to steady himself as he slid out of his car. Genesis didn't want to risk an attack of dizziness. Not tonight. Tonight had to be special and perfect, and special and perfect did not involve him ending up all... sickly. When he reached Kadaj's door he knocked politely, briefly wondering if the boy had remembered that he was coming to whisk him away tonight. Oh well. If not, he'd know soon enough.
WHEN → Thursday evening.
WHERE → Ohoho. This sexy place.
WHAT → A thank-you date.
STATUS → In progress.
WARNINGS → TBA.
What to do for Kadaj to show him how appreciative he was of all the time, effort and care he'd shown him over the past week or so was not an easy decision to make. Indeed, Genesis had spent a good few days mulling over where he could take him, what he could buy him, how he could tell him what a perfect friend he'd been. Since his visit to the hospital and his perscription of medication the redhead had been feeling somewhat better, and certainly looked a little more like himself than he had done for a good fortnight. Still pale, but not gaunt. Still weary, but not exhausted. And far less prone to emotional outbursts and cup smashing.
After an awful lot of deliberation, Genesis had decided to cast himself back to the first time they'd gone out together. It had been for coffee, and while he himself had treated himself to an apple (still his most favourite of all fruits), Kadaj had taken quite the interest in that slice of heart attack. Chocolate cake. Whatever he wanted to call it. Either way, it had been apparent that the silver-haired teen was quite fond of something sweet every now and then, and Genesis (being a well trained Rhapsodos) knew how to cater to the tastes of others. The perfect place popped to mind. Ladurée; he'd been there a couple of times before with his mother, and little, secret part of him hidden deep inside and away from the public had made quite the mess every time. The decor, the atmosphere, the lavish elegance, class, grandeur... Very Marie Antoinette. Very Genesis Rhapsodos.
Thanking Kadaj would be a wonderful excuse for a revisit.
Of course the dress code was fairly strict, but as long as Kadaj owned some vaguely smart leather vests and pants he would be fine. Genesis himself was currenty giving himself the standard pre-going out once over, stood in front of his mirror and scrutinizing himself from top to toe. Back to his usual, well dressed self, he was sporting a soft, rust coloured turtneneck -- it brought out his eyes, and all the different shades and colours that made up his auburn hair -- paired with some long and gently flared black dress pants. To finish the ensemble he had slipped into a figure-flattering double breasted black coat (mid-thigh length with a slit up to just under his bum), complete with a sleek belt that buckled nicely around his waist. A touch of his old narcissm lent a soft smirk to his lips; he looked good. Crossing his room to slip into black leather ankle boots -- the heel just high enough to have the pants hanging nicely -- before pulling on a pair of gloves (again, black leather), Genesis finished by pressing his silver pendant earring into his right earlobe. Done.
His keys and wallet already in his coat pocket, the redhead didn't forget to take his medication along with some pain relief before leaving his apartment and heading out to his car. He checked his phone -- 6.30PM -- which was good. If he remembered correctly the restaurant didn't usually get very busy until at least 8, which meant they had plenty of time to avoid the masses. Before he knew it he was pulling into the on-campus car park, taking a moment or two to steady himself as he slid out of his car. Genesis didn't want to risk an attack of dizziness. Not tonight. Tonight had to be special and perfect, and special and perfect did not involve him ending up all... sickly. When he reached Kadaj's door he knocked politely, briefly wondering if the boy had remembered that he was coming to whisk him away tonight. Oh well. If not, he'd know soon enough.