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[fukuchou]

Who: Clovis and Souji
Where: Roving around Som!
What: The date that isn't a date; head hurt yet?
Style: Third (but feel free to switch it up.)
Status: Closed

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[failedprince]

A final brush of his hair before he heard something odd from down the hall. Brush still pressed to blond, he leaned back in his chair to stare out the doorway before finally deciding that he would have to see what it was. Rolling his shoulders, he could not quite identify what the sound was until he entered one of the other rooms. It sounds like soft rapping--

Someone's pelting my house with rocks! The gesture he made was something close to a strangling motion in the air. He thought of yelling for Jin to come to deal with whoever it was, but he held his hands out in front of him. Breathing. Slowly. Schneizel has said that we have to act-- Clovis stomped over to the window, not even finishing his thought.

Opening the window, he looked out to see who was doing this grave injustice to his manor. A calm stare at the young man as he rolled his shoulders -- trying to remove the tension that had found itself there. "What are you doing?"

[fukuchou]

Souji proffered an impish grin and had to bite back the reflex to toss another stone when, in place of the window, there was suddenly the blond man's face.

Nonetheless, in honor of being a good sport, he tossed the stone up, caught it, and then ceased. "Getting your attention." Then, he slowly quirked a brow. "And it worked."

He stared for a long moment before clearing his throat and saying in falsetto, trying to seem less sarcastic then he actually was, "Your Highness, your date has arrived~ Need me to escourt you down the stairs, or can you meet me outside?"

[failedprince]

His fists lightly struck the window sill as he resisted telling Souji that was not how people should act. Fingers curling around the edge, he allowed his smile to be cordial even though he knew that his knuckles were mostly likely turning white. His family wanted him to get along with these people and that meant that he had to -- another curling of his fingers -- keep most of his suggestions on how to improve their behavior and life to himself. Exactly, how is it troublesome? Even if we're not in Britannia-- He kept his complaints even more to himself

[fukuchou]

Here, Souji raised a brow-- then chuckled, under his breath. Over every puddle, hm? He'd be sorry he asked. After all, who knew? Maybe he'd melt, if he touched pure water~

"Consider it done, your Highness." He gave, mocking a slight bow in addition to his words.

When Clovis finally willed himself down the stairs and out to door, Souji offered a wave of fingers, and took him in in person for the first time. He would have thought him odd looking, if Somarium hadn't already acclimated him to the many varieties in hair an eye color, height and skin color, manner, accent, and dress represented by multiple worlds and times.

When he was outside, whether out of habit or actual politeness, Souji offered a more proper bow-- it was a first meeting, after all.

"Ready to go, then? Hope you're hungry."