Happy Birthday Sushi

[a_peaceful_aura]

While waiting for Lisbeth to arrive, Taiki has taken up aura-watching. A lovely, vibrant silver sits off in one corner -- it belongs to a young woman and, presumably, the adoring man she's with. Being a near-hermit himself and keeping company almost exclusively with other men when he does venture out -Lisbeth as an exception-, it's rare for Taiki

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[wasplisbeth]

Lisbeth isn't late, well not so late, just, well she's been tired recently and she fell asleep and it took her a long time to get her lazy ass up and out of bed. She has no idea why she has been so tired, though she tends to go through cycles of lots of sleep and then very little sleep and then lots of sleep all over again. Perhaps this is just the lot of sleep phase. Stepping into the restaurant she runs her fingers through her short, choppy black hair and looks around.

Surprisingly Taiki is hard to spot. He kind of blends in. After a few moments of staring she picks the booth with the hunched over psychic. This has to be one of the firs meals they've had that's not pure greasy spoon. Sitting down next to him she blinks at him, it's hot out side, cool inside, she is going to stick to the booth. "Hello, Taiki."

[a_peaceful_aura]

A combination of nothing better to do and being largely unfamiliar with the NYC travel system still, Taiki was likely early. He's dressed in the same thing he always wears, staunchly ignoring seasonal discomfort in favor of full-coverage. Checkered scarf, long sleeved cotton t-shirt, jeans, watch on one wrist, cuff on the other. The bandages are gone though the scabs are hidden under those sleeves.

"Good afternoon." A pleasant expression but no smile. Those are reserved for special occasions. "Your late birthday meal, I apologize. How are you?" A redundant question since he can pick all the information out of her aura but he occasionally remembers his manners.

[wasplisbeth]

How he walks around like that and not melt is beyond her, he has to be sweating like a pig. Unless Japanese people don't sweat, and that doesn't seem right, he is a human, well, a special kind of human and unless he's got something wrong with him - he sweats. Which is not a topic of thought that Lisbeth wants to take any further, why she is thinking about that in the first place is beyond her.

"No need to apologize, thank you for inviting me out. I'm tired," they really don't have to be polite and formal with each other any more. They both know the score. "Did you order?"

[a_peaceful_aura]

He's very warm. Summers are not pleasant but he's not about to complain over the way he chooses to dress. But Taiki also spends the majority of his time indoors so showers twice a day and the occasional change of clothes are the normal remedy.

"No." He didn't order and shakes his head. Sliding out of the booth, he gestures for her to go ahead of him -- it's an Americanized "traditional" place: they go to the bar, order, and the chef rolls it right there. "Tired?" Taiki follows behind, allowing her to order first. Manners~!