[open] the city royale.

[deminuit]

who: the midnighter (deminuit) and you.
What: ?
When: afternoon, 30th november.
Where: the city royale.
Rating: pg-13 for language, probably.

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[saccharosium]

Stocking is on her way into town, smoothing out the lapel of her coat as she hums this song under her breath. She remembers it idly as one of those songs Minato was listening to a while back when he was a resident, and she smiles fondly.

Her mind wanders from Minato to what exactly will be her destination today. She does not feel like going to the Beehive - maybe it is time to try something new for once.

Also, she has to make sure she does not trip over these kids. Cute, but messy. She really is not looking to dirty her dress.

[deminuit]

Hello, Stocking. The Midnighter recognises her at once, of course, but stays where he is. He has no real aversion to people seeing his face or knowing his 'identity', but he has moods. And there's a time for everything.

One of the children, by the way, is waving her hand; trying to get Stocking's attention. What are you going to do?

[saccharosium]

Teal eyes acknowledge him for a moment before she focuses on the child who has her attention now. She kneels down and inquires as to what the child nabbed her attention for. (She is also silently hoping her dress doesn't get splashed sob...)

[deminuit]

It seems like the child wants to know if Stocking can help her! You see, her marble rolled over by the tall man on the bench, and it's now behind his foot. He doesn't seem to have noticed, and she's a little shy to go over and ask for it herself. Help a girl put?

[saccharosium]

Only because the little one asked so nicely! She nods and straightens up, letting the little girl hold onto Honekoneko for this mini-mission.

"Good afternoon," she chirps as she comes up to the guy in question. "Do you mind if I ask a favor of you for the moment?"

[deminuit]

The Midnighter, of course, heard it all, but all he does for now is nod.

[saccharosium]

"Could you reach over and grab that marble for me behind your foot, please?" Her eyes flick down to the marble just inches away from her reach.

[deminuit]

After a second's pause, he reaches down and does just that, holding it out in his palm afterwards.

"Is that why she kept looking at me, then?"

His voice is gruffer than usual, but otherwise, he makes no particular effort to change it.

[saccharosium]

She claps her hands together excitedly and steps forward to take the marble.

"Ah! Thank you~ And yes, this little gem is why she was looking over at you so much. If you'll excuse me," she turns and goes back to the little girl, kneeling down to hand her the marble and accepting Honekoneko back into her grasp. She reaches into the basket on her arm and hands the little girl a small wrapped bag before waving her off.

As Stocking straightens herself and dusts off her dress, she debates if maybe she is going crazy or not. This guy sounds really familiar...

She walks back over to the guy, basket and Honekoneko in hand, as she nods her head. "Thank you, again, for the marble."

[deminuit]

He watches the girl go with a tiny smile on his face, before turning back to Stocking.

"Don't mention it. I've got good Samaritan coming out of my ears."

[saccharosium]

Oh, gotdamnit. That's it.

"You sound really familiar. Have we met before?"

[deminuit]

He shrugs, not about to give it away.

"Don't know. Have we?"

[saccharosium]

"Never, unless you're also one of those masked freaks running around this place." Like Wild Tiger, except this guy isn't a tall ass twig. "Then maybe in your masked form we have."

[deminuit]

"If I were one of those 'masked freaks', I'd probably be offended by that phrase. Or would I?"

He smiles very slightly.

"I don't know."

[saccharosium]

"You don't seem like a guy who would be easily offended, unless your lover or significant other came into the picture."

[deminuit]

That's actually not far off the mark; just throw in his daughter and kids in general in there.

"What do I seem like, then?"