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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."

[failedprince]

"You're actually wearing presentable clothes." Clovis stated first. It was his own way of complimenting the other in not so many words. If he gave too many compliments, he was fairly certain that even he wouldn't believe what it was that he was saying. Backhanded ones to those of lower status than himself worked best.

"I am. And where have you decided that we eat?" He rolled his shoulders as he straightened his posture just a little more. Even with his heels, he was still far shorter than Souji -- what with his actual height being something like five-six and with heels the most he could do without making it too obvious he was trying to enhance his physical status was five-eight. He looked away as he tried not to get upset about this.

Here he was hoping that he would be taller, and tried to hide how much this bothered him.

[fukuchou]

Souji was tall enough as it were; a pity then, for Clovis, that as a part of his martial uniform, boots with extra height had been added to his normal regalia. Ironic, even; it was the Westerners who has insisted that he wear the heeled boots. His Japanese formal wear consisted of thin sandals

[failedprince]

"It would be unfortunate for a prince to not look his best always." Clovis lightly tugged on his cravat, tugging out any wrinkles that happened to be in the material

[fukuchou]

"Mn? But look your best always, and all you're doing is looking perfectly the same as ever. " He quipped. Impossible to always be at one's best; and if it were possible, how boring~ "So I'll just assume you look better than usual, in honor of our outingFor which, Souji assumed, Clovis had chosen this outfit especially for. The bib he had tucked into his collar must be for food, rather than fashion; why else would someone choose to look like a bird with is mouth and breast all puffed up? Foreigners were an eccentric lot, but he could maybe see the usefulness in it

[failedprince]

"It would be rude not to look my best." His head gave a slight tilt to the side, allowing his hair to give another flick. He did, however, take some pride that the other was saying that he always appeared perfect -- even though, he was fairly certain that he should not.

A huff stopped in his throat as he allowed himself to smile kindly at Souji. A lord? Like a lord from a place other than Britannia can be considered a lord. He closed his eyes as he tilted his head just a little higher. Then realized in doing so, even with his head as it was, he barely passed the other's shoulder. Turning his head violently to the side, he let out the huff of air. No, this is not bothering me. "I am very glad to hear that, Souji."

A beat. "And I am not pouting." His hand came to press lightly against his cravat down. "There is hardly any reason to pout, right?" He turned his head back toward Souji as he walked with him, steps careful and sure. Still, he did watch out for puddles as he rather would not like to run into them -- these boots were new.

[fukuchou]

Well, someone had discovered manners. It was a little surprising, really. Clovis was either doing his utmost to play the part of a good actor, or he'd located some kernel of actual goodwill. While Souji banked on the former, it was still an impressive show.

Whether or not, therefore, he was actually glad to hear anything Souji had to say, he played nice since Clovis was and offered a warm laugh in return. "Thank you."

"You are too pouting." He argued however, directly after, laughing again despite himself this time. "Nervous~? Or just that put out for having to do this?" He asked finally, honestly. Clovis continually was playing with his bib, looking around, and swallowing gulps of air that might have been born as suffering sighs, had he let go of them. Souji might not be refined, but he'd always prided himself on being irritatingly observant, after all.

Luckily for Clovis and his distaste for mud, the cafe was not far at all.

[failedprince]

"You're welcome."

Clovis huffed as he would not say more about his pouting. Which he would, even to himself, say that he was not doing. If he would put a description to it, it would be something along the lines of how he was being regally upset about certain words and gestures which have been carried out by Souji. "I'm hardly put out. I said that I would go on a date and a prince always adheres to whatever promises that he makes, regardless of who the person may be."

Sidestepping as many puddles as he could, he would keep his sneering down to a minimum at them. Did anyone know how hard it was to get mud out of white boots? No one understood just how hard life could be for him. He flipped his hair over his shoulder as he lamented about this to himself, looking up as he noticed what he hoped was the cafe that they would be going to. "What are you thinking of having?"

[fukuchou]

"Ohoh, a backhanded statement." He said, eyes growing narrow and sharp, making the little grin on his lips seem a bit more impish than it had. "I'm wounded

[failedprince]

"Hmph." A snort out of his nose which caused his hand to rise up to cover his face. That was not a dignified sound that he should be making. "I'm sorry. I have no idea where it came from."

Clovis tipped his head back so that he could give a snide comment that the only undesirable person that he had made promises lately was the one to his side, but that hardly means that he should dismiss any such promise. However, he was unable to do so as he was suddenly lifted up into the air and now being carried. His face more or less became locked into the expression that he was going to say something but he couldn't find the words. The image of raising his gloved hands to press against Souji's face and kick until he was let down came but that was equally an undignified thing for him to do. So would screaming. He remained frozen as he tried to think what was less undignified -- causing a fuss or being carried.

Brother... what should I do? He stared down at nothing in particular as he tried to think of what Schneizel would do in this situation.

[fukuchou]

"No, not really~" He assured. Sweet was not something he'd throw into the word bank used to describe himself. If it were, he'd have probably spared Clovis the display. But where would the fun be in that...? He'd asked to be carried. Dug his own hole, so to speak, and when it filled with water~ he was unwilling to put his boot in it.

So, all the way up to the entrance of the cafe he held onto him. Even over the duration of the short walk, his arms grew more tired than they should from the slight weight. It didn't stop him from giving the hostess a perky grin and announcing, "His Highness and I have a reservation. Under Okita- for two."

That said, he'd finally set Clovis down, proclaiming loudly, "You can walk yourself to the table, right? You don't need a piggy-back ride?"

[failedprince]

His hand came up to cover the side of his face, like that would help to save his dignity. He stared at the hostess but could not do so long enough to see what her expression was. When he was finally set down, the embarrassment he felt was enough to for his head to feel just a little light. How was that possible? Clovis nearly went to sit down on the floor, but as he felt himself sinking, he immediately straightened himself out.

"You actually made a reservation, I'm touched." He was having a little bit of a hard time catching up with the rest of what was going on before he turned to stare at Souji in mild horror. "I did not realize that you enjoyed carrying me so much, but alas, I shall be fine to walk on my own."

His face was still red even as he was trying to save what little bit of pride that he had left. Rolling his shoulders back once more, he let out a huff of breath before following after the hostess.

[fukuchou]

"Wasn't I suppose to? Stop sounding so shocked that I can function like a normal human~" Sending him a sideways look as they started to the table, he had to bite back his own snort of amusement, teasing in an easy manner, "Who said I enjoyed it? You asked me to promise to carry you over puddles, and a samurai keeps his word to those who need help." Brows raising, he added, "Besides, you were heavy."

That said, he'd nonetheless pull Clovis' chair out for him before going to stand beside his own, letting the man of 'higher rank' be seated first.