who loves the wind

[esoteric_rose]

Who: Grell Sutcliffe and Xerxes Break
What: Questions for a job position
When:Backdated to the 18th
Where: James' cafe
Warnings: I highly doubt this could go over G
Status: In progress

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[breaking_candy]

And here comes Break, walking down the street with cane sword in hand. He looks quite confident in his step as he turns into the cafe and looks around for the person he talked with before. Although he wonders what type of person they will be, it really doesn't matter. They're only working for him after all. He'll learn how to troll them in time.

[esoteric_rose]

Grell looks up as she hears the door open again, the white hair familiar enough from the brief moment of video contact she had seen of him, and she found herself standing out of habit.

"Mr. Break, if I'm not mistaken?"

[breaking_candy]

The familiar voice. Ah, it must be the eager soon to be troll-y. Break smiles in her direction. "That's correct! You must have a thing for names."

[esoteric_rose]

"Just a habit of politeness from my upbringing," she replied, pushing up her slipping glasses. "I took the liberty of ordering tea already...I hope a simple black type is nothing you'd be averse to?" Speaking of that, it seemed she could go get the cups now, and set them on the table. Had she known his preference, she would have made his first, but lacking that she would make her own. Hopefully he wouldn't think her rude from that-as little as she cared for public opinion, a good first impression was crucial.