[And though he does consider it, he doesn't ultimately go back up on his word. He shows up exactly at the appointed time, dressed down a little from the day behind him—at least, he's lost his jacket and traded the slacks out for dark jeans.
He gazes around the establishment from behind designer sunglasses, but does nothing in particular to announce his presence.]
[ It's a fair shake, because Kojiro's more-than-half expecting Adam not to show up. A lot of shit could get in the way. Maybe his schedule isn't as clear as he thought. Maybe he doesn't know where to find Kojiro after all. Maybe he just straight-up loses his nerve. But here he is, looking every bit like a fish out of water, and--
It's a little jarring, to be honest. Kojiro remembers very clearly the last time he saw Adam without his mask, and it's hard to reconcile that baby-faced youth against the man standing in his foyer. (And, okay, so also possibly, Kojiro didn't make the connection between Adam and the posters of that Diet member hanging all over town. Kaoru probably did. Kaoru probably has a whole dossier on him. There's no fucking justice in this world.)
But 7pm is the tail end of their dinner rush at Sia la Luce, so while a few of the tables are merrily occupied, the bar area is wholly free. Kojiro clears his throat to get Adam's attention, and motions for him to come sit. Not in Kaoru's spot; that feels a little too close to sacrilege, and there'll be hell to pay if he shows up.
There's a full glass of wine in front of Adam as soon as he takes his seat. ]
[He keeps his expression perfectly neutral, but the way he shrugs is maybe a little theatrical. Keeping a low profile has its limits. The shades stay on for now, though, so he can continue to glance around and memorize the faces of the latter half of the dinner crowd. Just in case.]
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beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
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Fine, he’ll play.]
I have an opening in my schedule around 7 on Tuesday night.
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Wine preference?
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[And though he does consider it, he doesn't ultimately go back up on his word. He shows up exactly at the appointed time, dressed down a little from the day behind him—at least, he's lost his jacket and traded the slacks out for dark jeans.
He gazes around the establishment from behind designer sunglasses, but does nothing in particular to announce his presence.]
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It's a little jarring, to be honest. Kojiro remembers very clearly the last time he saw Adam without his mask, and it's hard to reconcile that baby-faced youth against the man standing in his foyer. (And, okay, so also possibly, Kojiro didn't make the connection between Adam and the posters of that Diet member hanging all over town. Kaoru probably did. Kaoru probably has a whole dossier on him. There's no fucking justice in this world.)
But 7pm is the tail end of their dinner rush at Sia la Luce, so while a few of the tables are merrily occupied, the bar area is wholly free. Kojiro clears his throat to get Adam's attention, and motions for him to come sit. Not in Kaoru's spot; that feels a little too close to sacrilege, and there'll be hell to pay if he shows up.
There's a full glass of wine in front of Adam as soon as he takes his seat. ]
Didn't think you'd show.
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Who am I to deny the soul of generosity?