Board Thread:Tokyo Arc's/@comment-27973212-20160711014945/@comment-27973212-20160807041310

[DM POST]



The salmon haired female was near the end of her seat as she watched the woman in a samurai mask, her lips curling in delight as the woman held the flesh to her lips. ‘Eat it..co-‘ a voice cut her thoughts off.



‘Hey lady. Your guy spilled soup on my shirt’



The red hues shifted, looking at the male as a light hum escaped her lips. “I see.” Were the short words that left her lips, her attention drawn away from the lady in the Samurai mask. “Well that’s rather unfortunate.” She murmurs, her attention shifting to the waiter who retreated to the kitchen. A gesture was made to one of the guards who stood at the kitchen entrance. The male seemed to reach into his suit jacket as he followed the waiter inside…what was to follow could only be described as a blood bath.



A short clicking sound left her lips as she considered her options, soon she made a decision. With a small gesture she called over another one of the masked figures, this time it was a female, the same one who delivered coffee to both Kanome and Yoko. She bowed to Lady MM before speaking, “What can I do for you Mistress?” she questioned, her voice calm and delicate.

“Take our guest to get a new shirt in the dressing room if you will.” Was the short demand made by the woman, her eyes returning to the male as a sly smile pulled at her cheeks. “You have my apologies, Monsieur. I do hope you find what you are looking for.” Her voice was low, rather daring as she waved her hand to take the male away.

Soon she’d take the male down another hallway, she’d remain silent, only the sound of her heels clicking against the wooden floors. The hallway itself was rather bare, not a single person in sight. After a few mintutes they entered the dressing room, where the female would point to a clothing rack. “Dress shirts are there..I will have yours dry cleaned, we apologize about what happened.” Her eyes shift to the large box on the males back. “Should I leave the room?” she questions, her hand reaching behind her to grip the door handle.

When they left the dining room Lady MM’s eyes shifted back to the woman in a Samurai mask, curious to what she might find. “That’s two extra..” she whispered, to Mr. W, who in response offered a short nod as his own eyes glared at Kin.



[NOTE: ONE MORE POST ORDER BEFORE DINNER IS OVER! So finish your meals!]