[Open!] I wanna go to a sushi bar♫

[knifedances]

Who: lovemehumanity and whoever happens across him (he'll stay in the bar for several hours, so feel free to approach him).
What: Eating sushi, crowd watching, potential trolling, philosophical conversations, whatever! Prose and brackets welcome!
When: Thursday evening 13/10/11
Where: Some sushi bar
Warnings: Should be harmless, but I'll update if anything comes

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[neotitanium]

She walked in wearing a trenchcoat and had her long blonde hair pinned up to properly conceal it under a hat. It's her practice to take black tea, not green. However, this just happened to be the closest dining establishment to her workplace. No use splitting hairs. Take what you can get.

In her purse, she had a purloined warp core schematic for her perusal. Over the last few months she'd taken occupations that would put her in contact with alien technology. Though these machines often proved far more complicated than ZERO, she sought to learn their secrets.

She took her seat a fair distance away from Izaya or, as she knew him in person, Nakura. Yes, she had noticed him when she walked in. That didn't mean she would go out of her way to speak to him though. Besides, her view of him was soon obscured by a passing waiter requesting her order.

"Castella and some tea," she answered, not even bothering to look at the menu.

[knifedances]

Of course he had noticed as she entered; she was someone who held mild interest for him, who's details he actually chose to remember for the moment, rather than discarding them as entirely pointless or unworthy of his time as he was prone to do with many.

His unilateral love for humans was deep and enduring, but he only developed and interest in specific individuals on sporadic occasions, when he thought they might be of use to him, or at the very least provide him with some form of entertainment. The rest he promptly dismissed as insignificant and promptly forgot about as soon as he was done with them.

His noticing her didn't mean that he would approach her, however. Not necessarily. For the moment at least he was content to remain where he was and keep her in the periphery of his vision, listening closely to what she said as he continued to watch the crowds outside. It was possible that even so mild an observation as this would bring him new information, it was too soon to tell whether he'd grow either bored or curious enough to

[neotitanium]

She pulled a book out of her purse: La Philosophie dans le boudoir by the Marquis de Sade. It was an outrageous reading choice for one who was out in public but she simply smirked to herself. No, she wasn't reading this ridiculous novel. She was already a master of philosophy in the bedroom, thank you very much. Inside the book, the schematic rested nice and neat atop the pages. This permitted her some privacy as she glanced over it.

[knifedances]

Well, that was interesting. Or at least, it held the potential to be. Ultimately Izaya had very little interest in other people's sex lives - unless it somehow had a direct relevance to something he wanted, or somehow impacted him - and it was one of the few areas of people's lives that he tended not to pry into. However, the woman he had spoken to on a few occasions now had not particularly struck him as one who would delight in reading such a book - thought of course, his information was extremely limited at the moment and it was entirely possible he didn't yet know enough to make an informed decision - but if he was right, it could well be a cover for something else

[supersedure]

When Suì-Fēng hit someone's chair as she walked by, she did not immediately realize it was that boy she'd talked on the network, the one she'd seen just pictures of since he, apparently, loved to text.

Twenty seconds in and the usual discussion started, the owner of the place did not want her to come in with her tiger. When Suì-Fēng pointed out that that alien over there, see, the orange one with horns? He (she?)...it had hair much much longer than her tiger, the owner didn't take it well at all, apparently something had got stuck in his throat because his face turned purple as he roughly pushed her towards a seat and told her to please shut the fuck up before chasing away his costumers.

Satisfied enough with the outcome of this little battle, Suì-Fēng sat down, Liv the tiger stayed by her feet, sniffling the chairs and probably vaguely wondering what they tasted like.

[knifedances]

He, on the other hand, recognised her even before she hit his chair and almost caused him to splash hot tea over himself. He'd seen her on the network following their initial conversations, apparently having been signed up for the ridiculous - and as far as he could tell, completely pointless - job of cheerleading, and given his continuous careful observation of his surroundings he was hardly about to miss her.

She was a lot shorter than he had imagined her to be, and he found himself idly wondering just how much bravado had lain behind the threats she'd made against him, and how much of it he should take seriously. He covertly listened in to her conversation whilst keeping his eyes on the milling crowd beyond the window, though when she was finally pushed in the direction of of a table - the tiger, which he supposed he was in fact a little wary of, still at her feet - he couldn't help giggling softly into his cup, lips curled into the hint of an amused smile and clearly not caring whether or not she had heard him.

[supersedure]

That giggle did not go by unnoticed, and while Suì-Fēng didn't particularly care, it was still somewhat annoying. Granted, everything on that ship was. The people. The aliens. The complete ridiculousness of it all.

Now that she looked at him, she recognized him, even though she'd only seen pictures of him. Yes, he'd been irritating even over the guide and through text on top of that, it was no surprise it wouldn't be any different in person.

Suì-Fēng didn't bother standing up and punching him off her chair, she hated dragging attention to herself-- however, he deserved a small punishment. She patted Liv on the head, nudging her towards him, whispering permission to go eat his chair. And the tiger obeyed, at first hesitantly since usually she'd never be allowed to, then happily strolling towards him and sinking her teeth into the furniture.

[knifedances]

His chair jerked beneath him as the tiger sunk it's teeth in, this time causing tea to splash onto the sleeve of his fur-trimmed jacket. One brow slightly raised in mild irritation, he glanced down and spotted the cause, automatically drawing his legs further from the animal's maw; again, that small flicker of wariness increased just slightly on having the large predator so close to him. Still, dangerous animals with a lack of ability to employ logic were something he was used to dealing with on a regular basis...

He turned slightly in his chair, throwing the animal's owner one of the bright smiles that came so easily to him and which in fact held nothing of brightness beneath the surface. No wonder the owner was unwilling to have her in here if she lacked the ability to keep her 'pet' under control, though the fleeting suspicion passed through him that she had allowed the tiger to approach him quite intentionally.

"Ah...if you'd wanted to get my attention a simple 'hello' would have worked just as well~"

[eatprettyhearts]

Today, it seems, the tea is luring things with teeth

[knifedances]

He is aware of Shiro's presence, just as he is of all the people occupying his current surroundings; though his is a nebulous awareness, for the moment. All humans matter to him, yet on an individual basis they all remain grey-scale until particular actions are taken or ideologies voiced that may capture his full attention. At least, for as long as they prove to be interesting, or useful.

He feels Shiro's eyes on him, a mild pause in the atmosphere that could be real or imagined; he wouldn't like to say without solid evidence, would never - or almost never - base his conclusions on intuition alone, but it seemed he'd caught someone's interest. He shifts just lightly in his seat, catching the other male in the periphery of his vision, and for the moment at least, gives him a little more of his attention.