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[myscarsmiles]

WHO: Kristoph Gavin [myscarsmiles] and Kazutaka Muraki ]medico_male]
WHAT: A discussion of tobacco.
WHERE: black tie.
WHEN: day 128, evening.

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[medico_male]

He'd known within moments of letting Rhode go that he had made many mistakes in harming her. Muraki had been hasty for the first time in years, had acted on his jealousy and annoyance that all his work at trying to get her interest had born no fruit. He wanted to teach her control over her violent urges. Continuing to try and do that would be pointless. Muraki couldn't even control his own when he'd been pushed

[myscarsmiles]

"Doctor Muraki," Kristoph stood as Muraki sat down, bowing his head politely in greeting. "A pleasure to see you. Do you want to do business or pleasure first?"

He intertwined his fingers upon the little box in front of him, blinking expectantly. Either way would have worked out just fine, really. Kristoph was patient, more patient than anything else.

[medico_male]

"It's nice to finally meet you. Business first, Mr. Gavin." Deliberate, formal wording. What business was there beyond the excuse they'd come up with for this face to face talk. It could easily stay as just talking about the tobacco, or end up being a discussion of other people and things as well.

He pulled a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket, but first looked at his host. "Do you mind?"

[myscarsmiles]

Of course he minded. Such an obscene, dirty habit, allowing one's body to bend to the will of a substance, one that destroyed your lungs and your teeth and your nails. black tie, he knew, was no smoking only.

"Of course not," he said instead, smiling. It was his restaurant, after all, and despite whatever his waiters looked at him for, he ignored them. He would pamper Muraki until he murdered him. "This is the finest tobacco I have." He opened the little box to reveal the reddish-brown stuff. "What do you think?"

[medico_male]

He didn't smoke often enough to become truly addicted to it like his friend or the people he saw standing outside and chaining several together in a row on their lunch breaks. Muraki simply had one whenever stress began to make his mind twitch or he thought it would get on someone else's nerves. Tonight, it was for both reasons. A man as clean and put-together as Kristoph would most likely be bothered by the vice although his face didn't show it.

After he lit the cigarette, he looked at the offered loose tobacco and touched it for a moment. "Quite nice. My friend has a great deal of respect for fine things that suit his way of living." Oriya was an anachronism and would never quit his long pipe in favor of anything more convenient. "This restaurant is very nice, as well, by the way." He actually meant that compliment.

[myscarsmiles]

"Ah, is he coming to the city?" He folded the box closed, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. "What has brought him here? Business? Your desirable company?" Chuckling at the joke, he nodded, glancing around and allowing each one of the waiters to catch his satisfied eye. "Thank you - I'm quite fond of it myself., to be honest. I would only invite you to the best, after all. No need to waste's one time on half-assing things, is there? When you do something, you should put your full heart and soul into it, and make sure the outcome is respectable."

[medico_male]

"A combination of both. Someone burned his store down, killing his employees, and he wishes to start fresh here. The fact that I am here and we have been close since we were young made him decide to return to this city." He let a hint of honest happiness enter his voice there. Oriya was his only real friend.

Kristoph's next words stung, as he felt certain they were meant to, But his face didn't waver. Muraki simply took another drag of his cigarette so he could gather his thoughts. "Of course that's how it should be under ideal circumstances, when there is sufficient time to plan and distance emotions from what needs to be done. Unfortunately ideal circumstances can't always happen and things end up not going well because of that."

[myscarsmiles]

"Nonsense, there is always time to distance oneself from their emotions, provided they are disciplined enough to do it. That's the problem with this city now, these days, you know." He leaned back in his chair and opened the menu, though he already knew what he was going to pick: there was a delicious steak wrap with bleu cheese he'd thought of himself that they made better than he did, here. "No discipline." He flipped through the menu idly. "Even without a plan, great things can be done under pressure with a mind adapted to such circumstances. The problem with our dear Reggio de Calabria is that people simply do. They do not consider consequences or results of their actions."

[medico_male]

"I agree with your assessment of the city. Everything has a consequence and those who cause chaos will learn that soon enough. What people wish to acheive can be done through more orderly means most of the time. I see no reason for chaos."

He flipped through the menu, trying to decide what looked the most appetizing. "But even the strongest man's discipline can waver when something he wants appears to slip from his grasp. Particularly when he felt close to getting it." Muraki could have been speaking of Rhode, or any number of other things that had eluded him in his pursuit of knowledge.

[myscarsmiles]

"If a disciplined man slips - which he should never do, which he should never acknowledge - it is simply a matter having no one else know, then. Secrets are essential to discipline, wouldn't you say?" He folded the menu closed and placed it on top of his plate, moving elegant little box aside. "Have you decided what you want? Personally, I think almost everything here is absolutely delicious."

[medico_male]

He nodded faintly and set the butt down on a small plate once he'd finished and made no move to grab another. Muraki had no reason to irritate Kristoph further. "Secrets are essential to life. Sometimes it's hard to keep them in a city fueled by deception and distrust, but there are certain things that should never slip. Particularly mistakes."

The doctor paused to push his glasses back up. "Too many things look good. It's hard to decide what I want, honestly."

[myscarsmiles]

He gestured to a waiter after Muraki was finished - the man's name was Chase, as he had been here a very long time, an import from the diner when he'd first started the restaurant. Chase was one of his favorite, a mafia in as well as a good worker. "What would you recommend for my guest, sir?" He asked curiously, arching an eyebrow inquisitively.

Chase looked at Muraki before his eyes darted to the snuffbox on the table and then back to the doctor. "Perhaps a steak?" He asked. "Our sirlion steak was rated in the top five of all of Italy, and we just came out with a new onion, chive and chili pepper spice rub. There is also a Asian chicken salad with sesame chicken, mandarin orange slices, and the most delicious citrus dressing ever on top of it,."

[medico_male]

He listened to the waiter's recommendations and thought for a moment. The salad sounded appealing, but it had been a long time since he let himself a good steak. Muraki decided that he could tell his friend about the salad once he arrived. Oriya would enjoy it more.

"The spice rub for the steak sounds very good. I'll have that, medium-rare." Muraki listened to the waiter list his options for side dishes and chose those quickly as well.

[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph picked all of his options and Chase strode of; he made a note to give the man a raise, even though he was paid handsomely extra for the other things Kristoph had him do. He turned back to Muraki and smiled, offering the snuffbox to him. "Are you interested?"

[medico_male]

"That depends on what your price is. My friend would enjoy it, but he would not enjoy learning that I paid more than I should have in my eagerness to get him something nice."

He didn't doubt there would be strings attached to this. Now Muraki simply had to wait and learn what Kristoph's price would be.

[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph gave him a reasonable offer. Perhaps a little high end, but most certainly far from outlandish. Considering the quality of the tobacco, it most certainly sounded like a good number to him. Once he gave the number, he leaned back, eyes hanging idly around the restaurant.