( For Kiritsugu's part, he feared he arrived too early, such as displayed by the makeup (or lack thereof) on Yor's face. Not that her appearance necessarily mattered in his eyes (and in fact, is somewhat gobsmacked just by how pretty he thought she was.) Rather, he couldn't help but feel apologetic for interrupting her, compelled to bow his head slightly to her in shame.
But he recovers swiftly, extending the aforementioned gifts out to where Yor could reach. )
[ A blush lights up her cheeks as she reaches for the gifts. ]
Oh, how lovely! Thank you Kiritsugu. [ She steps back some so she's no longer blocking the entry. ] I'm almost done. Please come in.
[ Yor's room isn't decorated lavishly, but the taste in decor she's chosen to add is certainly a far cry from the rest of Neo Tokyo's aesthetic. Floral print curtains, a richly red rug underneath the four poster bed made of rich, dark wood, and near the bed sits a vanity, a desk, a desk chair, and a dresser made from the same lacquered wood. An armchair, also decked out in a floral design, rests comfortably near the bedside table, and the lamp on the table has the same floral print as the curtains. Not a speck of dust can be seen anywhere, and the bed's pink spread doesn't have so much as a single crease in the pillow cases or blanket.
Yor sets the box down on the desk, but the bouquet goes right into a vase she's set on top of the dresser. Right next to two cat statues she's set to face one another. ]
( Nodding, he follows Yor into her room, as his eyes scan their surroundings: the floral, the shades of pinks and reds, and the traditional wooden furniture all suit her in a cute way, he thinks. Past her harsh, assassin exterior, and ability to ruthlessly kill, she was still quite soft, deep down.
Not unlike him, really.
A soft smile twinges as the corners of his lips, as he watches her arrange the bouquet into the vase. He put quite a bit of effort into picking them out for her, so to know she appreciated the gesture was reassuring, like he could feel the heat rising up in his chest...
[ With the bouquet settled, Yor goes back to her vanity to apply her lipstick. The pink color is very much her. Not too deep or vibrant as to draw attention away from her eyes. A quick check assures her there are no obvious smudges or that she hasn't drawn outside the lines of her lips, and she stands upright in satisfaction before facing him again. ]
( His eyes fall on Yor as she applies her lipstick, thinking idly to himself that the pink hue suits her well, and extends his hand out to her as she returns. )
Of course. ( Then tilts his head, asking: ) Would you like to take the train, or would you prefer to walk?
( He has no qualms with either, but figures he would leave the choice up to her. )
[ Really, the choice is more difficult than she'd like to admit. The trains here are so fast! But it's not at all difficult to walk around either, and you get to places almost as quickly.
She makes her decision by the time her hand reaches back out toward his palm. ]
I suppose it depends on what you had planned? If we'll be sitting a lot, walking would be a good counter for that!
I was planning on taking you to a restaurant in the business district. ( Technically, one that isn't even in operation yet, but that's a surprise for future Yor. ) So, I'm thinking we could take the train over, and walk back-- if that's okay with you.
( He offers, considering they wouldn't want to tire themselves before arrival, but fond of the idea of enjoying her company on the way back. )
[ While she doesn't think she'd get tired out from a walk, she can't say the idea is a bad one. The trains here are so sleek and fast, and riding in one always feels like she's some kind of VIP! ]
That's not a bad suggestion! The walking will be better for digestion.
( In fairness to Yor... she won't be the one cooking this evening. And with that, he leads her outside the base, and to the train station.
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Their trip is short, and the train ride, even shorter. Eventually, they reach a small building in the market district that appears almost vacant. Almost, were it not for several tables one could see from the window. It's at that point Kiritsugu removes a key from his suit pocket, unlatching the lock before holding the door open before her. )
[ Yor's expectations for the restaurant are pretty much an amorphous cloud of question marks. She's the type to be pleased with any outing, but still the sight of Kiritsugu taking out a key for the location in question leaves her gaping. ]
Oh wow! Do you own this restaurant, Kiritsugu?
[ It's not a Michelin Star restaurant, but she's still impressed. It looks so comfortable inside, inviting even! ]
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But he recovers swiftly, extending the aforementioned gifts out to where Yor could reach. )
For you.
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Oh, how lovely! Thank you Kiritsugu. [ She steps back some so she's no longer blocking the entry. ] I'm almost done. Please come in.
[ Yor's room isn't decorated lavishly, but the taste in decor she's chosen to add is certainly a far cry from the rest of Neo Tokyo's aesthetic. Floral print curtains, a richly red rug underneath the four poster bed made of rich, dark wood, and near the bed sits a vanity, a desk, a desk chair, and a dresser made from the same lacquered wood. An armchair, also decked out in a floral design, rests comfortably near the bedside table, and the lamp on the table has the same floral print as the curtains. Not a speck of dust can be seen anywhere, and the bed's pink spread doesn't have so much as a single crease in the pillow cases or blanket.
Yor sets the box down on the desk, but the bouquet goes right into a vase she's set on top of the dresser. Right next to two cat statues she's set to face one another. ]
There we are. Gorgeous!
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Not unlike him, really.
A soft smile twinges as the corners of his lips, as he watches her arrange the bouquet into the vase. He put quite a bit of effort into picking them out for her, so to know she appreciated the gesture was reassuring, like he could feel the heat rising up in his chest...
Weird. )
I'm glad you like them, Yor.
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Okay! All done. Shall we go?
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Of course. ( Then tilts his head, asking: ) Would you like to take the train, or would you prefer to walk?
( He has no qualms with either, but figures he would leave the choice up to her. )
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She makes her decision by the time her hand reaches back out toward his palm. ]
I suppose it depends on what you had planned? If we'll be sitting a lot, walking would be a good counter for that!
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I was planning on taking you to a restaurant in the business district. ( Technically, one that isn't even in operation yet, but that's a surprise for future Yor. ) So, I'm thinking we could take the train over, and walk back-- if that's okay with you.
( He offers, considering they wouldn't want to tire themselves before arrival, but fond of the idea of enjoying her company on the way back. )
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That's not a bad suggestion! The walking will be better for digestion.
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Their trip is short, and the train ride, even shorter. Eventually, they reach a small building in the market district that appears almost vacant. Almost, were it not for several tables one could see from the window. It's at that point Kiritsugu removes a key from his suit pocket, unlatching the lock before holding the door open before her. )
Madame.
( He bows to her, somewhat comically. )
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Oh wow! Do you own this restaurant, Kiritsugu?
[ It's not a Michelin Star restaurant, but she's still impressed. It looks so comfortable inside, inviting even! ]
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I do. ( He says, adding. ) Technically, you'd be my first customer.
( In contrast to his usual stone-faced demeanor, he actually seems a touch excited by this, not unlike a starry eyed child. )