Key Party

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key party

Someone's the lock. Someone else is the key. This match making party is for finding out who fits with who.

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on anon. Set your lock. Post with your character's secret desire: It could be a kink they're interested in exploring, a fantasy they dream of having fulfilled, an innocent wish for a cuddly date, or even just someone to teach them how to be more self-confident. Sexy, sweet, kind of sad. Whatever you're into, or even just curious about, share anonymously. Log in and chat up appealing suitors.

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[any_orders]

That can be arranged. I have pretty big pockets, after all. I'm also a butler, not a doctor. And I hope I'm attractive enough for you, sir.

Even if I'm not appealing enough, I'm curious: what sorts of food and drink do you like?

[theyneverwill]

Haahhhh, really?!? ♥♥ Wow! You're the best! I didn't know butlers made that kind of money! ♥ ♥ ♥

[ Frankly? He anticipated a resounding, depressing silence in answer to his, uh, gold-digging? _eheh, is that the phrase? It's not that he's a glutton (he is) ; only, there are so many delicious foods out there and his boss is a cruel, heartless penny-pincher! ]

--no! I mean, you are! more than appealing enough! _{You do look a lot like him, though...}

[ S U S P I C I O U S. ]

I'm not all that picky, ha! Aaaa let's see: taiyaki, dorayaki, imagawayaki, takoyaki -- really, anything grilled!! I love street food. But that's mostly because it's all I can afford... [ Droops. HAS HE LAID IT ON THICK ENOUGH YET. ] Oh! And sweets, of course.

[any_orders]

[Sänger squints just a little, pink eyes glimmering with a little bit of light behind them. Mostly the very very hushed comment that he "looks a lot like him". Still, he listens attentively, patiently listening to each and every food listed.

[Of course, he also notices how Tsuzuki's eyes are an odd color like his own - but knowing his feelings about himself, he opts not to say anything.]

To be frank, I have money from an inheritance. I wasn't paid very much while I was working for the man who raised me. So I feel a little more free to burn away any excess money. Figuratively speaking. I work odd jobs now, to while away the time.

So we'll hit up some street food stands if that's what you want. Anything to drink? We can make an outing of it if that's what you'd like.

Oh! I'm Yasuhide Sänger.

[theyneverwill]

[ An inheritance..?

W o w. He must really be loaded! The fully-grown man ( & then some ) chews at a hangnail, just a tad jealous of the romantic notion. Collecting a fortune so enormous that you spoil a total stranger.

...working to pass the time, that bit's absurd. Tsuzuki's pretty sure every wealthy man is eccentric in some way, though. Wanting to work isn't the craziest. Now, if he never had to work again, you wouldn't catch him complaining. Sigh, what he wouldn't give for a paid vacation.

Here, offering up his hand out of habit. ]

Tsuzuki Asato.

[ A sparkle glints in his vibrant eyes and he releases the shake to hold out his index, high and enthusiastic. Even if he's technically mooching, he can surely balance it out with playing host! ]

Idea! Have you visited Yakitori Alley, Yasuhide-san? [ A cringing smile through the pain of necessarily adding: ] You may have heard it called Piss Alley... But, but! It isn't what it sounds like -- that was a only a nickname..! Because it was an illegal drinking spot, and, well, they didn't have toilets, so...

[ Hand-gesturing the obvious, he finishes by holding up his palms in a STOP motion. ]

They do now! Don't worry. Really, it's a beautiful, historical site, uh, with dozens of small restaurants that specialize in yakitori, thus Yakitori Alley. Of course, they have other foods, too, and they serve every kind of drink you can imagine. It's nice walking around at night, really feels like being back in the 30's. [ Nostalgic~. ] That's what they say, anyway.

[any_orders]

[Sänger's just grateful he has his thick leather gloves on for this handshake, because b o y, would that be an uncomfortable development for the both of them if he didn't!]

Uh...

[The history lesson, well. Gets him to pause and think. And wonder a little.]

You don't need to be overly polite on my account, nor apologize for the name others have given a place. Piss Alley, huh?

[He lets out a faint laugh, expression warming.]

Alright, show me around. My treat. I'd like to keep things within the ideal budget of around half a million yen. If that's alright? Just while we test the waters together.

[Look, he doesn't want to appear to be a cheap date, so to speak. Even if street food can be very affordable. Any of them could want seconds, or thirds! Leftovers tomorrow?

[He steps a little closer to Tsuzuki, and though he's dressed pretty casually (loose shirt, leather jacket, jeans,) he also smells faintly of fresh flowers.]

Of course, I'm open to further negotiation. And I'm free all day, so if you want to show me lots of sights, I'd be happy to see them.

Although I'm afraid that I might not be able to appreciate any nightly sights as well as most. I see in the dark far too well.

[theyneverwill]

F-five hundred.. that - should be enough...

[ Could be coming around on this 'budgeting' thing.

So, the man's wealthy, attractive, considerate, unsurprisingly smells nice, floral fresh, none of that chemical tang. He did request a gentleman, huh. Tsuzuki ducks his chin self consciously and works out several places more refined than, er, Piss Alley, though he's not especially confident about how well their standards align. The gardens are class-free, and anyway it's quiet, easier to talk since he doesn't actually know his date's interests or hobbies, or anything. It's mysterious and exciting, like a movie. ]

Oh. [ More confused than disappointed. They do say fairer hues take in more light, and Yasuhide's gaze is candy-bright, or maybe they are contacts, he's still catching up with the trends. --not to say he's uncool. Tsuzuki can still "kick it" with the younger generations. ] It's cozy in the daytime, too.

[ In case he's looking shifty, which he is, it may be due to the fact he's decided to play hooky. Yes, yes, the suit and tie, dressed to impress by some measures, is only the regular attire demanded of his high-strung workplace. Still. It's not often you are swept off you feet -- His coworkers will understand. Even the montage of lectures playing in crackly black-and-white in his mind's theater isn't persuasive enough to ruin his enthusiasm. ]

If you'd like, I was on my way to the gardens to find a place to sit. [ Notably a free first stop, probably nothing special to most, so he gestures his dangling as incentive, still steaming and carrying several coldcut sandwiches from the local breakfast eatery. ] There's a sandwich in it for you.

[any_orders]

[Sänger wonders if he should correct him - that daytime is also not the best, but for a couple of different reasons. But, he's not sure if that "oh" is from confusion or disappointment, or something else.]

Oh?

[It's his turn to be confused, and looks between Tsuzuki and the food he offers. His cheeks slightly flush as he contemplates exactly how to respond.

[It takes him a few very palpable seconds before he clears his throat.]

That.. I'd like that. Thank you. I'll make it up to you.