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middaeg2019-10-17 02:34 pm
wylderrant) wrote in middaeg2019-10-17 02:34 pm
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[Closed] Date Night
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.
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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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."