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[lacerta_ortus]

WHO: Caiman and Hokuto Sumeragi
WHAT: Meeting in person, and getting a pillow.
WHERE: Hokuto's Salon.
WHEN: May 10th in the morning.

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[thebearstars]

Hokuto was busy as ever, sitting at the front desk with a heap of fabric hiding most of the desk itself and enveloping her small frame. She seemed very focused, one hand holding a piece of black and white fabric close to her face as she carefully drew a needle with thread through it. It looked like about half a dress, most likely of Hokuto's own design.

She looked up after tying off the thread, opening her mouth on her usual greeting, "Welco--"

Hokuto paused, a little startled by the sight. Her hands stilled.

But, after a moment, recognition filled her expression and she smiled lightly, setting her sewing down to wave a beckoning hand. "You must be here for your pillow."

[lacerta_ortus]

"Yeah. I'm Caiman."

Inside the Hungry Bug was where Caiman was at his most comfortable. It was Nikaido and his restaurant. They could run it however they liked. If someone didn't like the fact that a lizard man was running shop, they could kick them the fuck out.

Outside, though, Caiman would either be aggressive or self-conscious. A man with a yellow lizard head, scales running up and down all the way to his neck, at which point, the rest of his body was human. Big thick spikes on the back of his head. Like having a goddamn crocodile or a dinosaur for a skull. You either gave shit before people could give you shit, or you thought way too much about it. Neither were that fun.

Walking in, he looked down at Hokuto, which was something to see indeed - Caiman had a huge amount of height over her, and his eyes were on the side of his head. He could be looking behind him, at two different sides of himself at once, or straight on. He rolled his pupils forward, meeting Hokuto eye to eye, and trying his best not to be intimidating

[thebearstars]

Hokuto didn't flinch. By looking at her face, one would think that having civil conversation with a lizard-headed man was the most natural thing in the world. There was no hint of fear in her expression, although, she tilted her head slightly and leaned forward, as if to get a better look at him.

She was curious.

"And you too," she replied at length with a small, cheerful smile. "Exotic thing, aren't you?"

Her words could have been mocking, coming from another person, but her smile and light tone suggested that she was sincere in her compliment. In fact, in a way, she privately identified-- she was something of an anomaly herself, though her abnormalities were not as physically visible.

[lacerta_ortus]

Exotic. That was about the nicest way to describe it. Maybe it could've been exotic if he'd been some retarded celebrity making the next big move for attention, and going with severe body modification.

As it was, he had just ended up this way. No idea how, of course.

"If you say so." He said, one eye remaining on her, while his left did a scan around the shop, getting a feel for what it was like. Despite being connected to the mafia, Hokuto was still very, very...feminine. Bright colors everywhere. Flamingo pinks, baby blues, fire reds.

The second eye rolled back up to match the first again, tilting his head around.

"So, uh," He said, somewhat nervous, "been making clothes for awhile?"