<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Timestamp: 37 Tria, 81382 Character: Saeri Jeines Saeri was nervous. Okay, so he was scared. Maybe a little jumpy. Well, whatever the hell he was right now, it most certainly wasn't comfortable. Violet eyes scanned his surroundings carefully, even though he had looked many times before. He was in The Flying Inth, a rather high-class restaurant seated nearby the ocean. From where the lukuo sat now, his vision ran across the watery horizon and back to the booth where he was perched, pondering his predicament. It had been a very normal day for him, the day it all started, that is. The shop owner had had very few customers and almost zero business, which always left the lukuo in a terribly unhappy mood. It was always frustrating to be so little known, especially in the wealthy (though dishonest) town of Bhim. What did it take to get any publicity?! And just as he was starting to close up shop, the bell rang and a lovely female pendragon walked right in. She browsed around quietly, surprising for her loud coloring, delicately changing from product to product. Finally, she had approached Saeri, presenting an offer he was likely unable to refuse. She offered to supply his makeup line in her own shop, that is, if he were willing to meet with her and discuss such technicalities. More swayed by her overall feeling of importance than the want of more business, Saeri had agreed without a second thought. They set the meeting to 2:00 on the 37th of Tria at the very high-class waterfront restaurant The Flying Inth. And he was there now, awaiting the pendragon's arrival. Saeri had groomed himself quite thoroughly for the occasion, dressing in his usual pale slacks and coat, with his wavy locks tied securely back. What was he to do, or say? He never did do well with women. Now, focus, calm down! he told himself, mentally pushing away all his insecurities. He checked the watch on the wall to his left, and clucked at what he saw. 1:56, already? Oh how was he going to survive this? Clutching his trial-sized examples in his woven hemp bag, Saeri anxiously watched for his date. He had nothing to worry about, right? Right?</span>
Character: Tiramitsu Vaghern I hope this is okay :3 IC It was only a mere two minutes until her dinner-date with Saeri, and it looked that she was going to overshoot her arranged time. Regardless of her businesswoman status, she was still a young student, and prone to sleeping in. She hadn't skimped on her appearance, no. It was the choosing of her outfit for the day that had consumed the time she didn't have. She didn't wish to be overly smart - and feel constrained - nor did she wish to look like some unfashioned punky teen. She didn't really suit the current female fashion trends anyway, and had chosen something a little eccentric for her usual stereotype. A soft creamy organic cotton jumper with long sleeves that covered half of her hands and an open neckline that allowed her chest to sit naturally without screaming for attention. It had been so luxuiroiusly soft she had splurged on its somewhat expensive price tag, you paid more for the natural stuff - not that money was an issue for her- and her now favourite pair of black denim jeans, stonewashed for that faded look on the thighs. A simple white gold chain hung from her neck with a stylised feather engraved with a red tribal heart design. Her long aqua hair was in a fat plait that swung over her shoulder, tickling at the feminine curve of her waist as she walked in a manner that drew the eyes to her feminine form. Of course she didn't do it on purpose, she just liked to look graceful, and stomping about was for those with bad postures. It was now two minutes past two. She silently cursed herself, and hoped he wasn't panicking too much at the Inth. It was ridiculously overpriced, yes but the food was produced organically, fitting the reason she was meeting with the arden in the first place. His amazing range of natural make-up. She could see the restaurant now, the canopy of preened blooms wafting the scent of flowers and food down to her. Man, she was hungry! Hopefully the Arden ate food. Reaching the door and thanking the elder male that opened it for her, she slippedinside silently, taking in all the surroundings. The table couldn't be seen from here, she had asked for one of the more private booths, and thankfully had got one. The owners wife loved her lingerie, and in turn...he did too. A fanciful male with dark choclate eyes came up toward her upon entering, poliely equiring if he could help, and checking her reservation quickly, he smiled one of those trained smiles before unhooking the rich red rope into the V.I.P dining areas. It was startling empty, only a few over dressed, diamond cluttered females and equally snooty males sitting at a few. Ahh there was the table! Away from the snootville.. Swinging her bag from her shoulder - with its rather strange picture depicting a pattern of acidic swirls and patterns, suited more to a club trance CD cover - But it glowed in the dark! Much to the grey females delight, and it was big enough to hold any of her business documents, suitcases were boring. 2:13pm. <span style='color:aqua'>"Ahhh, i'm late! Sorry! I completely overslept! You want a drink? food?...Oh i'm having food, i'm starved! "</span> Getting the hint, the escort produced the menus from what seemed like thin air, Tira quirked her brow at that as she sat down on the plush seating. She didn't want to know where he pulled it out of... Opening the menu out flat on the table, she leant her elbows on the delicate cloth as the customary ice cold water was poured into two glasses and magically warm bread in a basket was shoved under their noses. The waiter travelled off, giving them time for introductions and choosing their food. <span style='color:aqua'> " So how's you? You look a little worried... You want food or business first? Or both at the same time?"</span> She flicked a stray lock of hair from her eyes and it soon fell back into place again her head nuzzled into a delicate paw her attitude alarmingly different to the snoots on other tables. <span style='color:aqua'> "Dun' worry though, i definately want your stuff in my store, we just need to discuss the set up and everthing, something you can be comforable with?"</span>
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>[is fine. Mine is quite short, sorry.] 2:10pm. All right, what was taking so long? She was late. He never liked to be late himself, and when other person was so, it irked him to the quick. Thankfully Saeri was beginning to get impatient, tapping his manicured fingers along the wooden table. He was getting thirsty too, and he glanced around the restaurant again for any sign of service. Nearby, one of the waiters eyed him suspiciously, not too sure why a dragon of his standing would be in such a fine restaurant as this. Guess he wouldn't ask this one, he thought, grimacing inwardly. Saeri, though embarrassed by this, simply smiled, showing off his rather pearly set of gleaming canines. The waiter didn't bother him anymore after that. Finally, at 2:13, and Saeri made certain he checked, Tiramitsu bustled in, looking just as fantastic as the day he had met her. Now if there was one woman who never needed any cosmetics, that was Tira. Her mouth seemed to run faster than Saeri could even think, and all he could do was simply nod to her questions and answers and everything in between. "Ah, good afternoon" he replied meekly, dipping his deer-like head in acknowledgement of her. Having only met her once, he was quite intimidated by her presence. Still, her lack of knowledge of her own importance was surprising, and Saeri couldn't help but wonder how Tiramitsu had managed her wealth so efficiently in the first place. "Um, I suppose we could both eat and talk?" he suggested, unsure at what to do. He'd never sold his products to anyone like this before; to have his cosmetics within her popular loungerie store, to gain publicity, notoriety. Saeri's eyes would have glazed over with happiness if he wasn't so self-conscious of the pretty pendragon before him. </span>
