When I walk alone in the street (So very open)

[theystare]

Who: Musetta and oh-so-very open~
What: Taking a walk
Where: A stroll in some park. Or around town.
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None yet~~

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[loyaldragon]

Kojuro was hardly the type to be considered 'modern', at least by the standards of the people here. To most, he was the distant past, a samurai from the 1600s in Japan. He had no plans to discard the samurai armor and regalia, especially with the threats which loomed in the area.

While out and about, he took to observing people. As a strategist, this wasn't too unusual for him. He took to a bench today, a cup of green tea warm in his hands, watching people go by, wondering how many of them were locals and how many were like him. Displaced from home. And someone different walked by, someone undoubtedly displaced like he was.

He watched her pass by, sipping tea from a clay Japanese cup.

[theystare]

Musetta hardly gave the gentleman a second glance at first, until it clicked in her mind that something was off... The man she had walked by was definitely another like herself. She glanced back at him over her shoulder and inspected his clothing through her long lashes. Oh no, he was not like the others at all.

She paused and turned around, tilting her head and offering him a charming smile. Either he was to attend a costume party or he was from a different time than many of the others. "Monsieur," she greeted him airily, taking the moment to adjust her mask. "You would not find it terribly forward of me, I hope, to inquire if I may sit with you for a spell or not?"

[loyaldragon]

He returned to his tea when she'd turned to walk away, but looked up when she approached. He took a moment to look at her outfit, formulate where she might be from (though he came up blank), if she might be concealing any weapons.

Regardless, Kojuro offered her a slight bow in greeting. "You may," he replied, sliding over a bit to the right so his katana hung off the right side of the bench. He tended to have people sit or stand on his left as he was left-handed. His responses were better with that side.

[theystare]

If Musetta could read minds, she would have laughed at the mere suggestion that she may be concealing a weapon. Only if her sharp tongue were considered one would the answer have been yes.

She fluffed out her skirt and sat next to him, flashing him a bright smile. "Merci..." she cooed as she closed her parasol and rested it next to her. "That is... quite the garment you are wearing, if I may say so."