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Post by Josh Dragomir on Jan 28, 2015 9:32:42 GMT -5
Well, she did say she wanted it.
After their set of failures in the ruins, Izumi had decided to inform Josh, as a result of his joke from before, that he owed her a full-day date. Which was totally fine with him. What Izumi likely wasn't expecting was for Josh to make dinner plans to start the date off, and go through with said date. The blonde knew that Izumi LOVED Shui City, and it's local cuisines. So what had he done? Made reservations at a restaurant there that served both what he liked, and what Izumi liked. It was perfect.
Shui's restaurant was only the beginning of the date, of course. Josh would ask Izumi where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do next afterword. But for now the blonde waited at the entrance of the weird looking restaurant in the middle of this weird looking Japanese town that looked like it came out of a fucking book of fiction. For ninjas.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 29, 2015 8:20:14 GMT -5
Who knew that the little words that she’d let slip after their last two disaster-filled Ruins runs would actually lead to something like this? She was nervous to all hell; but was secretly excited at the prospect of spending an entire day with him! Just him, no battles, no sparring, no training, just two people hanging out together and having a good time... Hell I haven’t been this nervous ever since that…day, she mused to herself as she got ready; making sure that the little red number was on just fine and not a thread was out of place. It was secretly lucky that the Izakaya had an actual locker area for storing the employees’ things, and this was where she got dressed—for she didn’t have a manager’s office or anything of that sort added when the place was built. Besides, they can just reach me via my phone… she thought with this glint in her eye as she then fixed her hair to what she hoped was presentable enough!
This red dress she was wearing was actually one of several that the deceased red-head had gotten her—because his words were, “You look good in red” and he’d promptly bought five of the same outfit (in varying shades of red) just because he could afford it. Secretly thanking her stars that she’d brought all four of them (as one of them had gotten completely trashed and ruined) along on the trip to Nue, she was now…ready. She was wearing flats on her feet, of course; none of that stupid high heels business and all that. Once her hair was ready, she then slipped out the back door silently and then checked her phone once again.
Now, she knew that the dress she had on stood out; but nobody could challenge her—she owned one of the highly successful restaurants in the city and that was that. After getting directions to the place where they were going to meet up, she then followed them—and came out on a street where the blonde-haired man was waiting, drawing the fair share of stares as always.
Geez, stop looking at his hair because it stands out, she thought as she then vainly tried to reach up and cover his eyes—but ended up almost strangling him instead. “Guess who, ya derp,” she began, the hint of a chuckle in her voice at her rather sudden…appearance.
WORDS 404 TAGSJosh Dragomir NOTESDate much? Also, error 404: post not found lol
Post by Josh Dragomir on Jan 29, 2015 16:17:45 GMT -5
Izumi should have seen it coming, really. I mean, Josh wasn't going to bail on her, he had said okay after all. A promise was a promise, Josh kept them even if it was due to a joke Izumi made out of frustration. Her fault now, she'd have to live with it. Josh was wearing a decent white dress shirt, though the rest of his outfit was... Well, generally normal. He didn't want to be too fancy, though he knew Izumi would... Probably go with the booty shorts dress like she did for occasions she deemed fit. Which was quite often.
Eventually, Izumi would show up, and try to cover his eyes from behind. Of course, she got his neck instead, and he looked over at her. "Zuzu, you need to work on your cutesy eye covering" He cracked cheekily with a smirk. "So, nice dress. Guessing the booty shorts are under it?" He cheeked with a chuckle. "Anyway, shall we go?"
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Jan 30, 2015 5:30:52 GMT -5
It was small wonder that he didn’t come crashing down on top of her (and that would lead to a potentially embarrassing situation) considering the way that she’d attempted to sneak up on him. Thankfully, though, nothing of the sort had happened—and he then turned around to face her before scanning what she was wearing. “Well, what do you think?” she began with a knowing grin on her face before crossing her own arms and giving him the elevator look. The white dress shirt was a nice touch; but otherwise his attire was the same ol’ clothes, only spruced up with the aforementioned article of clothing.
“In any case, I know I’m short so there’s no chance of working on that,” she continued with a chuckle; before continuing with “This was your idea. Lead the way, then,” and then holding out her hand for him to take. She knew that he might’ve been thinking, why was she wearing the same dress again—only this time it was of a deeper shade of red? Izumi had an answer but chose not to disclose it at the present time. “What’re we waiting for? Let’s go!” she continued, placing her free hand on her hip and looking at him; what was taking him so long to make up his mind to get going anyways?
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Post by Josh Dragomir on Jan 30, 2015 10:42:07 GMT -5
It certainly would have been disastrous considering that Josh was a good 6'2, and Izumi was a... I don't know, 5 foot nothing? Regardless, it didn't happen, and Izumi was certainly thankful. Or was she? Perhaps she wanted a good close contact crashing? Her mindset was unknown to him, but Josh was a bundle of snark right now, did it matter?
"Hey, hey, this was your idea" He said with a laugh. "I offered as a joke, you're the one who said plain and simple that I owed you a full day date. I was just going to take you out for dinner" He cracked, smirking faintly. "Your dress looks good. Though I do question your quantity of red dresses. Is there a certain reason for it?" He would ask, with a cheeky chuckle. Innuendos much?
Finally, Izumi would hold out her hand for him to take. The blonde would smirk, sensing some irony from the Christmas ordeal. "Of course" He said, and without hesitation would take her hand allowing her to lead the way.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Feb 2, 2015 8:29:26 GMT -5
She knew that he’d pick up on the irony of their situation sooner or later, and her brows crinkled into this weird look before she burst out into laughter and proceeded to take him along so that they could officially get going on the date that he’d take her out on. “Geez, people starin’ at your head ‘cause you’re a blonde. Well, they’re not fabulous~” she began, cracking a very devious grin on her face as she then heard the little jingle play right on cue in her mind that chimed in and said the following words, ‘Because you’re worth it~’ before fading out to silence. That then caused her to completely break down in laughter while pulling him through the crowd; and she had to stop for a few moments in order to enjoy the hearty guffaw.
“S-sorry,” she began a few moments later after the laughing fit had passed. “I just thought of something; because they don’t know how fabulous it is having hair in that particular shade,” she continued, before her free hand went up and began to fuss with the state of his hair. “Hey, at least you didn’t show up in the upside-down hover motorcycle and cause a scene once you removed your helmet,” she added with a chuckle and a grin on her face as she then caught sight of a sign that was advertising a restaurant, before turning to face him and ask, “So you want to try this one?” while gesturing towards the sign; it had a lot of pictures showing really mouth-watering food. There was a bowl of rice topped with fried pork cutlets along with a scrambled egg mixed into it; and there was even another bowl of what looked like beef, sprinkled with sesame seeds and topped with what appeared to be an egg yolk.
“You want to check it out?” she confirmed, before looking around and seeing that there were other restaurants—well, they were more like stalls selling noodles and street food; but this was one of the nicer eateries in the district.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 2, 2015 21:10:04 GMT -5
Josh let out a sigh at the mention of his hair and... This city. Of course, how could he forget? All the staring he had gotten from the townsfolk. How could he not? Their culture didn't include blonde haired men, and Josh was an outsider in this city. But he didn't care , really. He was a traveler, and this place should be used to travelers, instead of staring at him for his hair color. What was wrong with a bit of diversity, right? He never stared at these funny looking ching chung choom chimy chunga guys when they came around the cities he frequented. But nooo, blonde haired guy comes around, they staring like he about to kill some folks.
Josh could almost see the Thor'eal jokes churning in Izumi's head, and the jingles playing in that chrome of hers. Josh facepalmed when Izumi brought up his hair. "Right, right" Josh said, pulling Izumi into a big, tight hug... But of course it was all a ploy! Noooogiiiieee tiiiime! The blonde would give Izumi a bit noogie in return as revenge. Looks like she was going to be the one with messed up hair now. Of course, then he noticed the restaurant she pointed out. "I... Don't see why not" Josh said with a shrug. "You're the one who wanted to go on a full day date after all, lead the way" He said, giving her another noogie before slipping his fingers between hers, holding her hand to let her lead the way again.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Feb 3, 2015 8:38:54 GMT -5
She was still suppressing the giggles when she heard his dulcet tones echoing over her—and suddenly got pulled into an impromptu hug! Okay, whoa, hold it right there man! She thought to herself as her ears suddenly burned red—but instead of feeling his arms wrapping around her, she felt that her own perfectly coifed hair was in for some…disarranging! “What the—hey! Watch the hair!” she retorted, raising her hands in a vain attempt to swat them off and away from her mop. “I just fixed that!” she continued, still trying to untangle herself from his little way of getting back at her—such a mean little boy, eh? Once he was done messing up her hair to high heaven—hell, she could feel the little metal ornament holding it in place tipping off to one side—she then straightened up and attempted to fix the mess that he’d made.
Once she was satisfied at the state of her hair, she then proceeded to literally drag him inside the restaurant—and then remembered something. “Oh, right, take off your shoes once we find a table,” she said over her shoulder; trying to wriggle through the squeeze of people who were crowding the communal space. She was looking for a booth as much as possible; but sadly all of them were occupied—and she then spotted a space in the communal dining section that had just recently been vacated. “There, c’mon, let’s go,” she muttered, still attempting to heft him along, weaving through the crowd with expert swiftness. She was used to crowd of this magnitude in the Izakaya—and there was something…rather familiar about the structure of the place that they’d entered, but she couldn’t place what it was.
Finally arriving at the vacated spot, she then proceeded to kick off her flats and planted herself on the cushion there, before reaching for her shoes and neatly rearranging them and lining them up so that she could just swivel to the right and slip into them if necessary. “Come on, sit down and get a menu,” she said, urging Josh to join her…
WORDS 355 TAGSJosh Dragomir NOTESBecause you're worth it~
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 3, 2015 11:12:55 GMT -5
Josh would laugh a bit as Izumi tried to fix her hair. "Because you're worth it~" He would whisper into her ear, just teasing her. Oh, payback was his. "You look like you could use some Thor'eal right now, sweetheart" He cracked cheekily, sticking his tongue out at her playfully. It wasn't long before the Master Of Stinkinators would take him by the hand and pull him into her chosen Shui restaurant. Of course, they had some weird customs. Shirt and shoes equal no service in this bizarro world restaurant, but luckily Josh seemed to be able to keep his shirt on. At least, he hoped so. He didn't need more staring.
The place was crowded as all hell. The place must be popular, he thought. Finally, Izumi would lead him, by the hand might I add, into a just-vacated booth. Josh would respond in kind to her taking her shoes off before doing the same thing. "Is there a custom for taking your pants off too? I'm sure you'd enjoy that" He joked cheekily with a small smile. The customs of Shui were new to him, and they'd already given him a hard time for his hair. He could afford to poke a little fun.
With that, he'd sit down and look over the menu...
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Feb 4, 2015 8:39:48 GMT -5
“Sadly, you master of destroying people’s perfectly-arranged coifs, the only things that you have to keep in mind is to just make sure that the shoes go off whenever you enter old-fashioned buildings like this… although… this place looks pretty modern, and people still do the ‘shoes off’ thing out of habit,” she began, reaching for a menu and then hiding her face behind it. It was only upon glancing at the menu in her hands that she realized something—inadvertently she’d taken him to the Izakaya herself, and had realized it a few moments too late!
“Uhhh… well…” she began to stammer, hiding her face in the menu (thankfully it was written in the dialect of Shui, although she could understand everything that had been written on it perfectly without resorting to a cheat sheet as she’d helped organize the entire thing herself) and trying to organize her thoughts—they were all a jumble, honestly.
“Why… why don’t you choose something? I’ll help translate what’s written on it so you don’t get lost in translation…” she trailed off, smacking herself in the back of her mind for that awful, horrible pun that she’d just dropped on the poor guy. Geez, taking him to my own restaurant; and I have to act like a guest, not the big bad boss! This is going to be nothing but a comedy of errors… she thought to herself, internally cringing and chastising herself along the way.
“Wh—why don’t you order first?” she continued, still hiding her face behind the menu that was thankfully decorated with colorful, absolutely mouth-watering pictures of the food that the place was proud of serving. Kamisama no haa, thankfully I didn’t bring him here on a Friday… then the jig would definitely be up… she continued to muse as she waited for him to speak up.
As if to prove a point, she then slowly but surely inched her cushioned seat closer to where he sat; it was a bit tricky considering the fact that their places were right across each other.
WORDS 344 TAGSJosh Dragomir NOTESLet the irony begin
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 4, 2015 22:45:17 GMT -5
Josh couldn't help it, he laughed. Though if it was due to her response or because of how ridiculous her hair looked, who knew? Or perhaps it was just both? "Oh pfft, Izumi" He cracked. "Look on the bright side. At least I'm the date messing up your hair as a joke, instead of dumping you on the street because your hair isn't perfect" He joked cheekily. It was true... There were prudes that would do something like that. Josh? Oh, he'd just, yknow, give you a big old noogie and mess up your hair himself for kicks. Playfully, of course.
Finally, he would look through the menu, taking note of Izumi's... Suddenly nervous disposition. He would raise an eyebrow. Was she nervous about the date perhaps? Of course, he didn't realize that Izumi had just come to terms with the fact she accidentally went to her own restaurant...
"Uhh... The food looks good and all... But could you write down what the fuck is on the menus?" He would ask her, scratching his head. "I don't think this place knows what tourists are" He joked cheekily with a grin. Well, guess he was taking his jabs right to the owner, accidentally or not.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Feb 5, 2015 7:13:31 GMT -5
As she was slowly but surely inching her way over to where Josh was now trying to make heads or tails of the menu, she had to hold up the menu in order to hide her face as much as possible; because she’d seen some of the wait staff running around quite frantically; and that there were orders flying from the sushi and the kitchen per se—did they walk in at lunch hour, or something? In any case, several minutes later she had moved as close to Josh as she could, while still making sure to hide her face from being viewed by the waitresses that were now skimming by, looking absolutely frantic. “Alright, let me see…” she began, feeling her own ears burning out of sheer embarrassment.
She then reached for the small bag she’d brought along—which not only contained a few PokeBalls (if in case something came up) but also held her phone, a mirror, as well as her ever-dependable notepad and a pen. After extracting aforementioned writing materials, she then began to scan the menu before writing it down in her own slanting, somewhat messy handwriting. She went silent for a few minutes; and once she was done, she tore off approximately three pages from the notepad before handing them to Josh for him to read.
“I labeled each with a part of the menu in where they’re found. I already know what I’m ordering, since I already picked out what I want to try while translating this for you. So don’t be surprised if I blurt out my order without blinking, okay?” she said, before adding a mental note regarding his feedback about having English names under the things that had been written on the menu—since it was written mostly in the native language of the people of Shui.
WORDS 306 TAGSJosh Dragomir NOTESWelp this is bad lol
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 6, 2015 9:08:44 GMT -5
As the blonde tried to make heads or tails of the ching chong wow restaurants menu, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the staff members were running around like headless Torchics, trying to get everything done erratically. "I wonder if this place is always wild and busy..." Josh thought to himself before turning his attention back to the menu that really needed subtitles. "Does Shui City not get tourists very much?" Josh would inquire toward Izumi curiously. "I mean... They stare at me like I'm an alien for having blonde hair. They don't seem to have their restaurant menus in English despite the fact that Nue is primarily an English speaking region. It just doesn't add up" he would point out.
Luckily, Izumi had been working on a translation and would hand him a translated slip of paper. "Thanks" he said as he would take it and begin looking through the menu. "Uh, I guess... This and that?" He said as he pointed toward a dish. Y'know since the writer is clueless about jap foods.
Post by Izumi Yamamura on Feb 7, 2015 8:42:14 GMT -5
Now that he’d finally pointed out what he wanted to buy, she was now faced with another quandary: how the fuck was she going to place their order without tipping the staff off that she was one of the customers, and not acting as their big boss of an owner? It was now time for her to play another skill that she’d been secretly practicing; the better to communicate with the natives of Shui without having to resort to a translator each and every time.
She then raised her hand; and then kept her face buried in the menu; before stealing casual glances every few seconds or so; and one of the waitresses came over. Unlike the two that she was more accustomed to seeing, this one was a new hire; and she then breathed a sigh of relief.
All the same, she then slipped into her second language (which, strangely, sounded similar to that of the people of Shui’s own dialect); after she was asked what they wanted to order, she then gave a rapid-fire order, and the waitress struggled to scribble it all down. As an afterthought, she then also ordered some of the best sake in the house; and then waved the waitress once she was done taking down the order.
She waited until the sound of the harried footsteps faded away, before she snuck another look at Josh, who looked completely lost—like a fish out of water. “Heh. Thankfully my second language sounds similar to the native Shui dialect… at least they can still understand what the hell I said,” she ended, before sneakily glancing at the wannabe shampoo commercial model.
Post by Josh Dragomir on Feb 8, 2015 23:03:26 GMT -5
Josh had noticed that Izumi was acting rather... Strangely. What was going on with her? He pondered this, as Izumi would finally decide to order to a seemingly new waitress, who looked nervous and shy and skittish. Josh could tell right off the bat that she was new. It was odd though, that Izumi had waited for her in particular. Alas, he would watch and listen as Izumi would start to prattle off something in her own language, or was it Shui's language? He wasn't sure, but at the very least, he assumed that whatever she was saying, it had to do with their order. She would finish, and the waitress would walk away as Josh looked back over at Izumi.
He smirked faintly. "So that wasn't Shui dialect?" He would ask curiously, noting that Izumi seemed... Closer to him then she had been when they had first sat down. "Then what was that?"
