[Closed] Date Night

[wylderrant]

Who: Iramaat and Makoto Yuuki
When: October 17th
Where: A classy restaurant.
What: Date night! One is, after all, owed thanks to a wager.
Warnings: None yet.

The downside of having yourself slowly transform over a matter of months is that you have to replace most of your wardrobe. For example, Iramaat has hooves now - very much like a deer - and that means she can't wear shoes. Or really trousers, although she's getting by with some trousers that button around the ankles and give her a rather dashing figure - plus front-button shirts and jackets. She likes to think she cuts a very dashing figure, in her greens and browns and other earthy colors. The fact that this only a few days after the whole mist business isn't ideal, but Iramaat isn't going to let a silly thing like someone else's discomfort slow her down.

Besides, she has the money for it.

Iramaat is loitering outside the restaurant, waiting for her date to show up, watching as monsters and witches and normal humans pass in the street. The atmosphere is still a little tense, but she doesn't mind. A date is owed and a date shall be given. She's been looking forward to this for quite a while anyway. She snaps open her watch for a moment, as if to check the time. Maybe she should text Makoto.

Just to make sure he's going to be on time.

No one said she wasn't a touch clingy.

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[halfmoon]

It hasn't been a week since Makoto's full transformation into a vampire and he's still getting used to it. He'd woken up on time, thankfully, and checked everything on his personal date preparation list - shower, teeth, hair, the usual. However, there were a few new things he was forced to do as a result of being undead now. Not the least of which is his inability to look at himself in a mirror anymore.

But, finally, he does manage to make it to the chosen meeting spot with a few minutes to spare. Turning into a bat would have got him here even faster, but... well. He's not quite used to that yet.

While Iramaat is absorbed in her watch, a cold hand reaches out to gently touch her slender arm.

"Yo. How's it going."

He's smiling, but in the back of his mind, he knows it's the first time she's seen him since his transformation finished. The ears, she'll have to notice the pointed ears - right? Everything else is more mental, unseen from the outside, while being hard to ignore himself.

[wylderrant]

Iramaat doesn't quite jump when that cool hand touches her arm, but she does turn with a bit of a startled blink. Then her face spreads into a wide grin and she turns to get a better look at him. Well, he's looking a little different. She can't say she disapproves, either.

"Oh, Makoto! I'm doing well. How are you?"

She cocks her head, antlers curling and spreading out above her.

"...those ears are new. Wonderful! Dashing! Handsome! I used to have ears like that, you know. Lost them when I got these-"

She gestures at her deer ears with a sigh, "A travesty, really. I suppose you're making up for it."

[halfmoon]

Makoto can't help but chuckle at her expressive reaction and peppy compliments. She's so weird. In that good way, the way he doesn't mind.

As she turns, Makoto moves his arm with her, snaking his elbow around hers. This is a date, after all, although this is the first date Makoto has ever been on with a woman so close to his own height. (He's usually hanging out with Japanese teenage girls.)

"I think your ears are cute," he says with a mysterious smile. "Like... you're my pet, or something. Ready to do some tricks for me? What kind of place is this, anyway?"

[wylderrant]

Iramaat is quite happy to thread their arms together and she uses her free hand to make a sweeping gesture toward the restaurant.

"Oh, only one of the best places in the city - I had to do a lot of asking around to find out what people considered the creme de la creme of a night out. Live music - something classy, I imagine - excellent food. A romantic atmosphere..." She tips a wink in his direction, "So I thought it would be perfect. Something with passion to it."

She gives him a little nudge with her elbow, "Hopefully that suits you?"

[halfmoon]

"Yeah, sounds perfect." Makoto nudges her back, huffs a laugh, and leads her towards the front door of the restaurant.

"Hopefully, the music isn't too loud. I don't want it to drown out our conversation, you know?"

[wylderrant]

"Oh, I'm sure it won't be. Quiet, background music I imagine. Probably on strings or something like that. Maybe a piano? I'm not sure..."

They duck through the front door and this place is fancy. Fortunately, money can sort of help with the whole monster thing, but there are a few glances thrown their way. Regardless, they're led to a table in one corner and urged to sit down. A waiter appears and hands them menus, asks for drink orders, and then vanishes again.

Very nice so far.

"So, how have you been, dearest? Your transformation is certainly coming along..."

[halfmoon]

Makoto is immediately grateful that it's Iramaat taking him out, and not the other way around. He probably couldn't afford this place on his table-waiting salary. A more insecure male might feel bad about his date shouldering the cost of a night out, but not Makoto. That masculinity stuff rolls off his back so easily he's practically immune to it.

"I've been," Makoto begins, glancing at the ceiling to pick his words. "I've been busy. We've got a lot to catch up on, now that I'm thinking about it."

He takes a sip of his water before looking back to Iramaat. "I'm working at a vampire bar now. Desmodus Mori, if you've heard of it."

[wylderrant]

"Busy is an excellent word, I think," Iramaat responds with a light, breezy laugh, "I've been dealing with that sort of thing myself. Lots to do, not enough time to do it in..."

She shrugs and leans forward a little across the table, eyes lighting up, "I don't think I've heard of it, but now I have to visit, just to see what happens at one of them. Is it very hard work? Are you bartending? Listening to vampires spill their daily woes?"

[halfmoon]

Makoto smiles softly when she leans towards him. Her bright eyes and rapt smile are beautiful, even if when he doesn't entirely trust it to be genuine. Iramaat is fun, whether she's trying to toy with him or not.

"No to bartending. I'm mostly a server, but I clean and run errands too. Some days are but most aren't. And nah. No gossip," he says. Then he leans towards her slightly and lowers his voice. "Vampires mostly tell their secrets to their victims, I think, if not their bonded witches."

He can smell the carbon dioxide being exhaled from her mouth, hear the beat of her heart. Maybe tonight he'll get a fresh meal, and maybe the smile on his face hints that he's thinking such a thing.

[wylderrant]

Iramaat is always toying with people. Usually its intentional, although at other times it certainly isn't. Tonight? it absolutely is. Although she does genuinely like him. Then again, that just means she'll do her best to seek him out for her own amusement more often than not. So is that really a good thing?

She leans forward, eyes bright as she listens to him talk about his job. At the mention of secrets, her eyes lid a little, taking on an air of seduction. Something heated.

"Oh, I see - does that mean I get to be one of your victims? I do enjoy secrets, you know."